C1073 The Desolate Wood Saint Son

A white-haired old man. Zhan Tian and the others felt their hearts ache just by looking at him.

The reason being that there were some chains made from white primeval stones on the old man's body. It was hard to imagine such a scene.

Zhan Tian knew what the old man had experienced.

"Kid, you're here?" When the white-haired old man heard Zhan Tian's voice