The Eighth Patriarch next to him seemed to understand Mu Jiutian's thoughts and gave him a step up.

"Okay, I will listen to you, Eighth Patriarch."

Mu Jiutian came down the steps and took out the photo ball.

A gentle force held the photo ball and slowly flew towards Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen stretched out his hand expressionlessly, but his slightly trembling hands still betrayed his inner excitement.

Although I didn’t see my mother directly, I could still see her appearance through the photo ball.

Mother... had long been blurry in his memory.

Xiao Chen held the photo ball, and Xiao Sheng next to him also showed excitement.

He hasn't seen her for many years.

"Senior, please."

The ancestor made an "invitation" gesture, and the other ancestors looked at the fortune teller with a bit of caution, fearing that he would do something else.

"I'll be back as soon as I go."

After the old fortune teller finished speaking, he climbed up the steps and walked up slowly.

He didn't show any magical powers, just like an ordinary person, neither fast nor slow, and he didn't shrink to an inch.

But his back figure looked so extraordinary in everyone's eyes.

In today's battle, both Xiao Chen and Xiao Sheng will become famous, but the one who will spread the most word will probably be the old fortune teller.

He alone...suppresses Tianshan!
Chapter completed!