When he saw Qin Feiyang, a glint of coldness flashed in the white-robed old man's eyes, but he quickly concealed it.
Whoosh!
Immediately.
He soared into the air, flying towards Qin Feiyang and his companion.
The others also followed behind the white-robed old man, each with a hidden murderous intent in their eyes.
"This doesn't look good."
Qin Feiyang muttered.
The sense of crisis in his heart grew even stronger!
Finally.
The two sides met!
The group of white-haired old men arranged themselves in a straight line, forming a barrier in front of the two.
Wang Zicheng frowned, stopping in mid-air, and said, "What do you intend to do?"
The white-haired old man glanced suspiciously at Qin Feiyang, then looked at him and chuckled, "I didn't expect to meet you again so soon, it seems we are quite destined."
"Is that so?"
"But why do I feel this isn't destiny, but rather intentional?"
Qin Feiyang said.
