A calm, peaceful, and ancient atmosphere overflowed from this tall figure. He seemed to be natural and completely integrated with the heaven and earth, giving people a feeling of infinite loftiness.
Ye Wuque didn't seem surprised by the sudden appearance of this tall figure.
His eyes fell on the face of this tall figure.
To be precise, Ye Wuque couldn't see the true face of this tall figure because he had a mask on his face!
A completely white mask, like a clean mask made of white jade.
"You are not Qingyang, who are you?"
The next moment, a magnetic and ethereal indifferent voice came from under the mask, faintly revealing a hint of mystery.
The moment he heard this voice, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed slightly!
This voice...
He had heard it before!
In the small sacrificial hall of Xuanmai's sacrificial hall, when he opened the unnamed tombstone and tested his identity, the man's mysterious voice came out!
Exactly the same!
"If I'm not mistaken, you should be Fang Qingyang's junior uncle, right?"
Chapter completed!