A young man with long white hair and a white robe stands among the crowd, young and elegant, indifferent and cold.
Flames rose between the squares, and the young man smiled slightly and turned the white flames.
An outcast from the Medicine Clan, a peak powerhouse?
Yao Clan, one day, I will make you kneel down and look up at me!
Thousands of tripods fell together, and fate suddenly fell.
"You?" His eyebrows were raised slightly, his eyes like a torch.
Emperor Yan's personal teacher is a matter of dust.
Who wins at the top of the strong?
The young man in white robe raised his eyes lightly and looked back.
"Medicine dust."
