Dongfang Moqing And Shi Tian Xan

"Do I look old?" Dongfang Moqing was confused by her reaction. Where did this girl come from?

"I'm just asking. Could you tell me what happened four hundred years ago to this sect?" She awkwardly scratched her head and asked him.

Dongfang Moqing was wondering if it was fine to tell her when something interrupted their interactions.

Shenlian Yingyue's face changed slightly as she straightened her back and clasped her hands together.

"Greeting, the disciple shows respect to the sect leader." While she was standing in front of the high door that was carved with the strange symbols and complex patterns that she never understood what these meant, she uttered respectfully.

It seemed like the matter that happened four hundred years ago required a good place and time to ask and inquire about. She will remember this matter. She had a hunch that this would be an important clue to what she wanted to know.