C912 Lost

"Fellow Daoists, would you mind stopping for a moment?"

The white-clothed man quickly stood in front of the cloud. His long, black hair fluttered in the wind. Although his face wasn't handsome, it was still very pleasant to look at.

"Scram!"

Yang Jian shouted coldly as he controlled the cloud to fly over that person's head. Xu Haotian was just about to instruct Yang Jian to stop the cloud