Zhong Zuoming saw Mo Huasong looking around and couldn't help but remind him, "Mo Batian, don't mess around, there are many surveillance systems here, and the Immortal King can come directly to this place. There are also terrifying formations. If you dare to steal anything, you will have nowhere to bury your corpse."
Mo Huasong laughed and said, "Teacher Zhong, rest assured, even if I wanted to steal something, I wouldn't steal from our own academy."
"Ah, have you stolen things before?" Zhong Zuoming caught the implication in Mo Huasong's words.
"Cough cough cough, not at all," Mo Huasong coughed repeatedly, not wanting to talk about such matters.
Mo Huasong would never admit that he and Fat Dragon would act like robbers.
Zhong Zuoming brought Mo Huasong to a large house, where there were a lot of old weapons, the lowest being Spiritual Artifacts, and also a few Magical Treasures.
