C42 Legend

The cottage was very simple, with only a table, a few chairs, and a wooden couch.

Ying Zui smiled and casually sat down. He didn't care that this was Master of Suppressing Prison Heaven Sect's room.

The six of them sat opposite each other. Wang Wenzhong once again took out a tea tray and a piece of tea leaf. In an instant, the cottage was filled with spiritual energy. Everyone's pores opened