"You are not qualified!" A rich but gentle voice sounded.

Everyone was excited and looked towards the entrance of the hall. Yan Zhi's face turned pale after hearing this voice. How could it be possible? This person should be dead.

A man in green clothes and dark hair walked in. His face had the traces of time but did not lose his heroic spirit at all. The traces of Yan Mo could be vaguely seen on this face. It could be said that it was carved from the same ...