Han Jue's Goal

"What should we do?" Jiang Yi asked in a low voice. He stared at the white-haired figure, afraid that it would suddenly attack.

The other three were the same. They didn't dare to let their guard down.

Dao Sovereign frowned. As the leader of the four, he made the decisions.

This opportunity was no small matter. Not only could this spring water help their cultivation increase rapidly, but it could also increase their potential, especially the latter. Such an opportunity was hard to come by. How could they let it go?

Moreover, the strength of this white-haired figure was still unknown. How could he be frightened away?

Dao Sovereign's eyes narrowed. His right hand behind his waist clenched into a fist. In an instant, the space around the white-haired figure froze. Even the white-haired figure couldn't move.