Mo Chengxian seemed to have spoken of his sadness. He waved his hand and became lonely.
"Forget it, don't bring it up."
"..."
Qi Yan listened quietly and did not reply.
After examining old master Mo's body, he instructed him to recuperate and left with his medicine box.
Qi Yan had just left when Mo Chengliang, who had been guarding the door, quickly walked in from outside.
He had heard everything that Mo Chengxian had just said from the outside.
Now that he had walked in, his expression was a little uneasy.
He blurted out a question.
