C183 Sun Qing's departure

The white mist rose up to a height of about half a meter, and then floated in the air. The old man would guard this place day and night, as long as any beasts approached, he would drive them away, but every time Ling Xiaotian asked him what method he wanted to use, he was unwilling to tell him.

Ling Xiaotian's body slightly trembled, and beads of sweat appeared on his face. Normally