Translator: Aran

  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.

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