""Sect Leader, the batch of drugs has already been transported towards the secret cave in the back mountain,"
At this moment, at the mountain gate of the Zhengyang Sect, on top of a tall green mountain, behind the mountain ridge, dozens of black-clad people carrying coffins were rushing frantically.
Yi Chen opened his eyes, filled with coldness.
Damn it, in just two short days, he'd been sold out three times!
Was this Zeyang City previously known as Northern Mian by any chance?!
Having been sold out three times already, this time it should finally reach a wonderful conclusion, right?
"Alright, you may go now, I'll be right there!"
After the Daoist had left, Yun Yangzi dropped the curtain and sneered, "Brother, stay put. I will go check on this batch of drugs myself!"
Just then, suddenly a solitary and lofty poetic chant came from the mountain's base.
"Silent when speaking, speak when silent."
"White clouds are aimless, green mountains possess bizarre bones."
