C220 Triggering the Second Mission

When the middle-aged Daoist saw Guo Qiren, his eyes were fixed on the Soul-Sealing Bottle that Guo Qiren had yet to put away.

"High-grade magic artifact... this..." The middle-aged Daoist sucked in a breath of cold air.

When he used the moonlight to see Guo Qiren's face clearly, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

"It's you..." The middle-aged man's expression changed