Forcefully taking in a disciple

At this moment, a deep voice was heard.

Wang Ziteng grimaced, his good mood ruined, but he didn't dare to lose his temper, because that was the voice of his father, Wang Chong.

Wang Ziteng turned around and saw Wang Chong, but at his side was an expressionless elder.

The old man was dressed in a blood-red robe. His eyes were sinister, like a venomous snake that was about to devour someone. At the same time, the aura that he exuded was extremely cold, making people shiver.

"I ... I'm drinking." Wang Ziteng's gaze swept over the old man, and an invisible pressure immediately emerged in his heart. He hurriedly retracted his gaze and replied in a panic.

"Eh, that lady's physique seems to be unusual ..." At this moment, the blood-robed elder's attention was suddenly attracted by Zhuo Ningshan.