C641 He Was Silent

Old Man Mo stood in front of the spirit tablet wrapped in golden silk and did not move for a long time.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh and turned around to look at the door Mo Xuanyuan had left. The empty West Pavilion Buddhist Hall was left with only a lonely figure.

"Sigh..."

Old Man Mo shook his head as if he was talking in the air. He sighed and said, "Yuan