C124 Mount Tai

Feng Yimo finally met Zuo Shuxin. Gazing upon the unkempt figure with wild hair and a defeated look, he doubted his eyes. Could this really be the descendant of the Nascent Infant Patriarch? The man appeared to be in his thirties, with a cultivation level in the Golden Core Late Period. Disheveled and reeking of alcohol, he could barely stand, his eyes bloodshot. Squinting at Feng Yimo