After spending a lot of effort, he finally separated Chu Feng and Mo Tianqiong.
Old Mo was so tired that he broke out in sweat.
At this moment, the two of them seemed to have returned to normal and became polite again.
Mo Tianqiong said, "Thank you, Brother Chu. Of course, before we really begin the soul forging, I will do my best to prepare some life-saving items, such as soul-type treasures, to increase the success rate to the greatest extent!"
Chu Feng said, "Brother Tianqiong, you're too polite. I'm just doing what I can."
Everyone was speechless.
Why did these two change so quickly!
Were they being modest again?!
Old Mo rolled his eyes and growled.
"Alright, cut the crap. Go to my forging institute first. Otherwise, Duan Yangyun might cause trouble again."
"Mo Tianqiong, don't leave. If those guys don't give up and come again, we can take care of each other."
Everyone nodded.
