C82 Bizarre Dao Heart

Among the group, the most advanced cultivator was a middle-aged man donned in a white robe, his face adorned with a scruffy beard. He looked upon the two youths before him, feeling a surge of unexplained anger. What business did they have in the Extreme West Land? It was not their place to be.

He had begun his cultivation journey during a time of peace, missing the prime window for advancement