in a dark ancient castle, fourth master mo was kicked to the ground.
he was wearing a black shirt that was tailored to his body. it should have been exquisite and meticulous, but at this moment, it was full of wrinkles.
because of the blood, his black shirt had some dark red stains.
mo linyuan stood up with his hand on his shoulder. he lowered his head and panted slightly, like an injured beast.
in front of him, an old man in a tang suit stood with a walking stick in his hand. there was a lifelike black dragon carved on the walking stick, and there were traces of blood on the bottom of the walking stick.
"i won't do that." mo linyuan raised his head with determination. he knelt on the ground, his eyes dark and terrifying.
