C1022 The Battle Horn

Unfortunately, Zhu Yuyan's prayer didn't work. In less than the time for an incense stick to burn, Yinyang Saint Master appeared in front of them.

"Long time no see. "

Scanning Zhu Yuyan and Lin Xiao indifferently, Yinyang Saint Master asked. "One month has passed. How is the mission I gave you?"

Yinyang Saint Master still had the same personality. Without wasting any time