The man stood behind Bai Lan, dressed in a clean white robe, standing with his hands on his back. He had a picturesque face, deep eyes, deep and indifferent. He was also righteous and evil. His dark and thick hair was pulled up by the jade crown. It was as beautiful as a crown jade. It was beautiful without waves. For decades, or even hundreds of years, he is still this beautiful face, never leaving any traces of years, no one knows his age, no one knows his origin. He is the high priest of moon worship, Haotian. Although it is an auxiliary moon immortal, everything of the worship of...