“You are getting older.”

Ling Mo’s lips curled slightly, and his cold eyes flashed. A white sword light was drawn from the blood mist and fell into his hand. Then he became sharp like a sword.

“You are also becoming older, but your temperament has not changed at all.”

Fang Yuan rarely smiled. Without taking any action, he was covered by a splendid river at his back. The blood mist was even squeezed out and faded away a ...