C1501 He is feng qianyue

At night.

Wu Yong was pacing back and forth in the infirmary, his brow furrowed and his forehead slowly began to sweat.

Yueqing had been waiting at the side the entire time. He looked at his Master in puzzlement, and asked, "Master, are you waiting for someone?"

However, Wu Yong didn't reply, but rather seemed to be deep in thought.

"Bang, bang, bang!" "Bang, bang, bang!" Finally