C357 Chapter 357

If you don’t pull the weeds out by the roots, they’ll come right back.

Clap, clap, clap!

A sharp round of applause cracked through the air. Moh Yao frowned and looked up. A man in a black robe drifted down from midair as if he were stepping off a cloud. He landed in front of her and smiled.

He came in talking like that—like he was hiding something. Moh Yao took a step back, reached up