C307 Mysterious Canyon

The Ink Stone didn't care what the old man was thinking. The black Qi became thicker and thicker, as if it was going to drip water. On the other hand, the old man's black Qi was extremely weak. In less than the time it took to make a cup of tea, it had already broken into pieces.

As for the little golden man, his entire body was flickering with a golden light. His brows were relaxed