68. Past (1)

That finger was like a towering mountain.

It was like a galaxy pressing down.

It was as if a divine god was pointing his finger.

The golden light barrier shattered instantly, turning into specks of firefly light that scattered in all directions.

The bonfire was swept up by the cold wind. In a flash, the youth outside the door had already stepped over the threshold of the dilapidated temple.

He was wearing a mysterious dark gold cloak, his black hair was disheveled, and there was no evil intent on his face. His eyes were as calm as the sea.

His gaze swept across the crowd before landing on Yan Ling.

"Come out."

Although the middle-aged man was shocked, he still cupped his fists and said, ""I am Lu Feng of the Green Cliff Manor. May I know who you are?"