C305 Meng Jiu Dao

"Senior Brother, are my eyes playing tricks on me? Did someone just pass by?"

A member of a small sect subconsciously looked in front of him, his eyes filled with surprise and bewilderment.

A gust of wind blew past him, as if it were an attack caused by someone's rapid movement.

"My eyes are blurry, how can my speed be so fast? Normally, I would let you cultivate in a state of mind