C823 Chapter 823

“Your eight-headed serpent?” Moh Yao looked like she’d seen a ghost, so startled she nearly dropped her tea. People at the neighboring tables turned to stare.

The man who’d spoken hesitated awkwardly before saying, “Miss, that’s the mount of our sect’s previous leader. It vanished along with him, and we’ve been searching for it for a long time.”

“No proof