C878 Bloody Hand Yin King!

The old man brought Fang Shaobai to a side hall and served him tea. He then invited Fang Shaobai to wait quietly and turned to leave.

An hour passed. Yes, an hour passed. A whole hour passed before a middle-aged man dressed in azure clothes walked into the side hall with an embarrassed expression on his face.

Fang Shaobai was furious, she himself came here to pay respects