Ling Xiaoran anxiously clenched his teeth and was about to step forward when at this moment——

“Wait a minute...”

There was a slight trembling voice that sounded out.

A crooked figure with grey, grizzled hair, leaning on a half-man-tall dove-headed cane was stepping out of the air. Although he was a bit slow, but he eventually still very firmly stood in front of Ye Qingyu.

It was the kindest man of Flowing Light City, Elder Zheng.

The old man had ...