Su Ling glanced coldly at the five empty people in the air: "you are coming at the right time!"

among the five, Xu Li, a middle-aged monk in a white shirt, who is closest to suling, said with a smile: "the palm seat of suling hasn't changed at all. People are still so beautiful and the voice is still so cold. But every time I listen to you, I have an illusion of being attacked by the cold wind. What's the matter?" He glanced aside at the other four, and the smile in his eyes was clear.

the other four of the five heard the middle-aged man making fun of...