C932 Metaplasia

A voice filled with vicissitudes of life, as if the Dao had been reborn.

I opened my eyes. At first it was pitch black, but then it suddenly changed into an ancient temple.

An old monk was sitting cross-legged in the ancient temple.

Only her back could be seen, but her true appearance could not be seen.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." The old monk suddenly turned around