C1102 A nine million seven hundred million year Geocentric Vine!

I want to be your disciple, you want to take me in as your disciple. Also, you have to control my soul, you have to!

The unquestionable voice of the white-haired old man caused Teng Yan, Zi Ling and Zi Yue to be dumbstruck. Even the city guards who were trembling with fear and trepidation couldn't help but look at the white-haired old man, a complicated expression in their eyes