The man stuck the spear on the ground, the spear propped up the ground, he lowered his body and silently watched Mu Zixiao cry.

He didn't say a word, just watched quietly.

After a long time, when Mu Zixiao calmed down, he handed over the handkerchief.

Mu Zixiao looked at him a little stunned, and the face of the man in black gradually became clearer.

His face was angular, and under his thick eyebrows were a pair of deep eyes, and his eyes were as black as fine black pearls

"Social Fear in the Cultivation of Immortal Realm Infrastructure" 182.

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