C42 The Disciples of the Cold Night Sect Ying Tianzheng.

"It's nothing. Yesterday, my brother was attacked by a group of mysterious people. Although those people were masked, they are all well-trained and wore golden clothes. Their temperament is not bad, and the back of the person on the stage is extremely similar to the figure of one of the mysterious people." As Zhou Wu spoke, his gaze towards the golden-robed man on the stage turned cold