C546 The Mournful Cry of the Demon King Sword(1)

"Is this it?"

A deep female voice entered Ao Satian's ears.

"Yes ~ My dear master "

The other one... er... cute? The voice also came over.

Ao Satian withdrew his divine sense and lowered his body even lower.

"I didn't see him. Xiao Die, you didn't find him wrongly, right?"

The female voice did not seem to believe the Xiao Die he was talking about