chapter 55 : choice

As soon as Yang Ye stepped onto the 21st floor, he saw an old man looking at him with a smile. The old man had no wrinkles on his face. Looking at his face, he could be called a middle-aged man, but the old man's white beard that grew to his chest and His snow-white hair betrayed his age.

The old man looked at Warrior Yang and smiled kindly, like a spring breeze.

"Is this your opponent?"

Looking at the old man in front of him, Warrior Yang was a little puzzled....