The woods.

The white-clothed elder took his sleeve and wiped the fruit he had just picked.

"Little Emperor, you can have a fruit."

Cold Xie took the fruit and was about to eat it when he heard a strange noise in the distance.

The cold xiao's eyes flinched, "Someone's coming this way."

The white-robed elder's face turned white, "Oh no, Mr. Jun and Miss Ye cannot be disturbed at this moment, or both of them will be in danger of losing their lives."

The cold ...