Xiaoteng. Although eight years had passed since Lu Xiaoteng was chased by the Flying Cavalry tribe, their memories of his voice remained crystal clear."Since you know, then just die." Lu Xiaitian was...ood!” The master of Mo Yan Temple’s face changed drastically. He reached out his hand, and a crimson cassock flew out, wanting to block Lu Xiaoteng's Xuanhuo flying needles. The crimson cassock rose...