C1217 Write-off?

Cao Zhengkun slowly got up from the ground. He felt his Inner Mansion was churning and his Qi channels were filled with battle qi. He no longer dared to underestimate this young man in front of him. All that remained in his heart was a deep sense of fear.

Mo Li walked step by step to the table and sat down. He poured himself a cup of tea, as though he didn't see the big boss of the room