C391 Holy Lord Mark

The daoist-robed man's voice was a bit hoarse, but it sounded very magnetic. It carried the deep and pleasant sound of a cello.

His warm smile and the coldness surrounding him made Du Jiuyue's impression of him even better.

This was the first time she had felt gentleness, not coldness, from the people of the Holy Light Hall.

"Hello!"

Du Jiuyue subconsciously nodded at him in greeting