lt;pgt;Fu Yan Huo Mi

From her side, Huo Mingzheng walked past without a trace, subtly twitching the corner of his lips.,In the main seat, Old Master Huo sat in a grand armchair, beads of prayer rotating between his fingers as he gestured towards Huo Mingzheng.,The tail end of the tone rose slightly, a hint of mockery and coldness that only those in power could truly hear.。