"scattered!" Seeing the strange expression of the people, the old man slowly spit out a sound.

Suddenly, the invisible force disappeared into nothing, and people felt relieved. They all sat on the pumice one after another, looking doubtfully at the white-haired old man.

"Why is one of you out of ten not yet in the Holy Way?" The white-haired old man opened his mouth and asked, looking at Biyao, and then at Molao. But Molao left the palace silently without a smile or a word.

"Never mind."

Take back his eyes, the white-haired old man's eyes closed again and asked in a low voice, "There is no real power or...