There is a trace of mist floating on the mountains, and the hills in the distance are high and low, undulating, and at the foot of the mountains is a dense forest, each of which is tall and straight, and lush.

An old man in a white robe was standing on the mountain range, and a young man in a black robe was standing beside him respectfully, with a compassionate look on the old man's face, but his eyes were unusually calm.

"Father, is he the successor left by the Emperor of War?" Black robes

Chapter 183 of "The Talent of the Global High Martial Arts" Fengyun Dao Man is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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