C297 Just Who Is He

The atmosphere in the room was cold and cheerless, not a trace of the wind could be heard. Gu Qishao, dressed in white, sat cross-legged on the bed. He closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and calmly said:

"The song isn't here."

"I'm here to see you." Mo Xing blurted out.

Hearing this, he opened his eyes, and the profound energy around his body slowly dispersed