"You..." Jiang Xiaobai was so angry that he gritted his teeth and wished he could rush forward and beat him up. But at the thought of the terrifying strength that the old man in the gray robe had displayed, he finally suppressed his anger.
Although his strength was not bad, he was still far weaker than him.
"Old man, is there any secret about the deity woman of York Mountain? Otherwise, why do you look like this?" Jiang Xiaobai said, staring at the old man's back.
Hearing Jiang Xiaobai's words, the old man laughed and said, "You brat, you are thinking too much." "I don't care if you have any secrets or not. Anyway, if you can't let Zhao Ximan wake up, I will beat you up!" Jiang Xiaobai threatened, glaring at him angrily.
"Ha-ha, just do it. I'd like to see how you can beat me. I've lived for hundreds of years, and you're still young!" The old man in the gray robe said arrogantly.
"You..." Jiang Xiaobai was so angry that he wanted to tear the old man up.