Mo Xiao, You're An Ingrate

Bai Xi and the others were stunned.

"Mo Xiao?"

Bai Xi and the others widened their eyes and looked at the owner of the palm carefully.

In front of the huge abyssal mouth, there was indeed a man standing. He was wearing a crane-patterned robe that was the only one on the continent. The embroidery level of the person who made the robe was extremely high, and the white crane he embroidered looked lifelike, as if it could soar into the sky at any time.

The owner of the robe was handsome. His skin that was exposed was as fair and flawless as snow.

Staring at that person's face, Bai Xi and the others had a wild thought—

Was the man in front of them a human or a ghost?

"It's really Mo Xiao!" Bai Xi was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue off.