C403 Tyrant You Don't Have Six

In a remote courtyard, two men in hoods quickly went around the hallway to a small pavilion.

There was already a person inside.

It was a bald young monk. He was wearing a white monk robe and there was a hint of coldness between his brows.

When the two of them arrived, he had already stood up. He nodded at one of the hats and said, "Uncle Shen. "

After saying that