At this moment, Long Hao felt like dying. How could this be? He was about to faint.
Mo Huasong called over the old master of the Mo family, handing him twenty Little Black Knives: "These are for you."
"Aren't you saving some to sell?" The old master's hands trembled.
With these twenty Little Black Knives, they could rebuild a formidable Shadow Team.
What the old master didn't expect was for Mo Huasong to take out ten Marrow Cleansing Pills and ten Promotion Pills. "Take these for now. I'll give you more weapons and elixirs later."
"Ah, you are giving me so many valuable things?" The old master couldn't believe his eyes, tears streaming down his face.
"Thank you, Huasong. Our family suffered severe losses. Without these, our strength would plummet," sobbed the old master.
Mo Huasong waved his hand, "You should hurry and tend to the injured. I need to rest."
Having said this, he sat down and started cultivating.
