This man in the bronze mask is dressed in an extraordinary way and has a high aura. He must be of extremely noble origin.

Logically speaking, such a person would not be a frog in a well, ignorant of the depths of the world.

As she thought this, her eyes moved to the person in front of the bronze masked man.

This is a young man with a handsome face, a smile, and a rather good demeanor.

"Is he yours?" Elder Qi asked.

"Not bad." Zhuang Ming nodded.

"Who are you?" Elder Qi asked.

"Nosy people." Zhuang Ming said with a smile.

"Looking at the world, no one can meddle in Taiyuan Sect's affairs, not even the great monk Zhenxuan would dare to be so arrogant." Elder Qi shook his head and said.

"Looking at the facts, I don't seem to be arrogant." Zhuang Ming said.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Another elder couldn't hold himself back and had murderous intentions.

"Find someone." Zhuang Ming turned a blind eye to his murderous intentions and only responded softly.

"Who?" Elder Qi asked.

"Frost Spirit."

As soon as Zhuang Ming's voice fell, Elder Qi showed a strange expression.

Several other Daocheng elders have only vaguely heard of this name.

However, she was very familiar with this name.

Moreover, there seemed to be many people in the outer gate who were familiar with this name, and seemed even more surprised.

"Who are you?" Elder Qi held the magic weapon, and a chill gradually appeared in his beautiful eyebrows.

"The owner of Zhuang's Trading Company."
Chapter completed!