Misfortune

"Master Jiang."

The white-clothed sovereign was stunned.

Jiang Bianyan was the master of the Holy Divine Palace in Dongtianwang City.

Although they were both at the cultivation level of the sovereign, his status was many times higher than Jiang Bianyan's.

Did this scion of the aristocratic family know Master Jiang?

How high was his status?

With just this one word, the white-clothed sovereign became more cautious.

Although he had yet to verify the authenticity of this young man's words, it was best to be careful. At this critical juncture, it was best not to make any mistakes.

"I know Master Jiang, then do you know that he was already in the past?"

"In the past?" Xu Xiaoshou looked confused.

"Yes."