Thick white smoke poured out of the man's mouth, like a white whale spouting water, or as if he was purging the haze from his heart. The man opened his eyes, his face full of gratitude.
He hurried to stand up, only to see a group of people from the Martial Arts Association, which inevitably left him with a sense of regret.
Before anyone else could speak.
The man strode out of the crowd, wanting to find the figure of Su Mu, but there was no trace of Su Mu now. Immediately, the man's face filled with admiration and gratitude, and he bowed deeply toward where Su Mu had been, his head almost touching the ground.
"Ye Mountain thanks the senior for his guidance!"
The people of the Shanhai Pass Martial Arts Association were all stunned by this scene, only those few present presidents trembled all over, as if they had guessed something, they immediately used spiritual power to envelope themselves and Ye Mountain.
After some questioning.
