Mo Lin's body suddenly trembled.
He was still considering the strength of this old man, not expecting to be called out.
Mo Lin stood among the crowd, not showing his face.
After all, he didn't know if this old man's intentions were good or bad.
Some clueless fool pointed at Mo Lin and shouted loudly.
"Here, Mo Lin is here."
Upon hearing this shout, Mo Lin felt like cursing.
Since he couldn't hide, he could only bravely step forward.
"I'm here." Mo Lin stepped forward, speaking coolly to the old man.
Though he knew this old man was powerful, he couldn't lose in momentum.
"I am Dao Wuxuan." The old man introduced himself to Mo Lin.
Mo Lin was not easily intimidated since Dao Wuxuan's attire was indeed quite imposing.
Yin Yang Robe.
This was definitely the first time Mo Lin had seen a Daoist wearing a Yin Yang Robe.
This person before him was definitely number one in Daoist Skill.
