C498 The Holy Lord Who Volunteered

In the Holy Temple, the air suddenly turned cold.

A cold breeze was emitted from Ye Tianloong's cold face.

His face turned gloomy because of Holy Lord's strange way of asking questions.

"Holy Lord, what do you mean by this?!" Ye Tianloong's voice was cold.

Was he mocking himself?

Holy Lord teased, "I'm just asking out of goodwill. If it's another fake, all of you, Mrs Ye, will lose face