Mr. Witch nodded and said, "I'm tired."
The Sect Leader of Canglang Sect sensibly got up, "Mr. Duan, I won't disturb your rest anymore." With that, he quietly and softly left.
Mr. Witch closed his eyes to rest, paused for a moment, and when his Divine Sense slightly recovered, he took out several ancient yellowed scrolls from the wolf skin storage bag and began to read them attentively…
He needed to find a way to break through that fog.
...
Meanwhile, inside the guest room.
Mo Hua also had a strange expression.
"Was there just… someone calculating me?"
"Who?"
This was the first time he had ever had such an obvious feeling of being "divined for causality" by someone.
Before, he was sure that he had been calculated by others.
Mo Hua knows this well.
