C59 Metaland(part ii)

Xuan Zhen was startled. He suddenly turned his head and saw an old man standing not too far away on his left.

The old man had a white beard and was wearing a coarse shirt. His eyes were cloudy, and the wrinkles on his face were crisscrossing. He looked like a withered old tree bark.

"Greetings, Elder Chen."

Zhou Xiong