C893 Lin Tianzong(1)
Su Yun's demeanor instantly turned grave.
The Taoist aura he was about to dispel clung to him instead, swirling around his form.
Su Heng, however, remained composed as he let go of his own aura.
"Who might you be?" inquired the middle-aged man with black hair, his tone detached.
Though he was fairly certain of Su Yun and Su Heng's identities, he sought a more precise confirmation
