C85 The eldest son of Taoism

A gentle breeze blew, and at the bottom of the Dao Sect mountain, Dao Hua, dressed in snow, carried a snow-white fox in his arms. Around his, there were many Daoists who were already flying over, making his look extremely inconspicuous.

"Why isn't he here yet? Did something happen?"

Dao Hua asked a certain person in his arms anxiously. Seeing that the Daoism competition was about to start