Hong Yan took two steps forward, put his right hand on the table, and looked at the white smoke man in front of him with disbelief, "Master, is he really so valuable that we need to use so much strength for a piece of waste."

The man in white smoke turned the white smoke a few times, shook his head, and smiled, "The young master of the Divine Sword Pavilion, for so many years, no one has been selected. Why did they choose him? Don't you think it's strange?"

Hong Yan ...