Ye Feng raised his eyes and look at that middle-aged man. He was around thirty years of age, was wearing a shallow white long gown, a plain scabbard was hanging from his waist, from head to foot was covered with a kind of refined and courteous atmosphere, making him almost delusional. All these features of him forcing Ye Feng to think that it seemed like as if this guy was someone from the World of the Immortals, with a secret immortal sword.
“Dad ……”
With great difficulty, Long Wan’er put out a word, followed by a signal with her eyes towards that middle-aged man.