"I don't know who told me about it, but it's been passed down."
MOS had an innocent look on his face. How would he know who said it? why was the other party so agitated? what did this have to do with him?
"Frog master, is this guy lying? Do you need us to teach you a lesson?" The Holy immortal cult's old ancestor said earnestly. This person in front of him was the frog master, Peak Master Lin's number one favorite.
The teacher of all the alchemy grandmasters in the sect had a very high status.
It was much higher than his.
He definitely couldn't offend him.
To put it bluntly, he was only a temporary worker, while the frog trainer was already a formal employee, and it was even a authorized one.
The difference in status was not so easy to catch up to.
"Continue. What happened to the nine desolations ... Yaomo in the end?" The frog held back its anger, and flames were already burning in its bean-sized eyes.
