A staring contest competing with each other's concentration.
It took a while for Hong Yuan to withdraw his gaze and nod to Mo Sha.
"Hong Yuan greets my King."
After he retracted his gaze, Sima You Yue felt her surrounding air rushed up again. Sweat was forming on her back.
Such a strong aura! She secretly thought. If he continued, she's afraid she might be defeated.
"Descendent of Hong Ming, you are this generation's High Priest?"
"Yes." Hong Yuan said as he removed his hood, revealing silver hair and silver eyes.
The silver hair glowed dazzlingly in the sunlight and was extremely supple.
Silver eyes?
Just then, when she looked at him, she felt his gaze was unfathomable and deep but she didn't see the colour of his eyes. But the moment Mo Sha saw his silver hair and silver eyes, he said nostalgically, "There are many clans in the Devil Realm, only your family can be so pure."
