C1127 Boom!
The seat was empty.
Su Yun glanced upward and saw a middle-aged man with white hair parted in the middle and dark red pupils squinting at him from above the large gap.
"Desolate Spirit Clan..."
Feeling the distinctive aura emanating from the man, Su Yun exhaled softly as streaks of black gold thunder lightning flared in his eyes.
The white-haired man's expression tightened
