C413 The Calamity of the Nine-tailed Scorpion Clan

Late at night, on top of the summit of the Blood Mountain, in Wan Tongyao's room. At this time, Wan Tongyao was not cultivating but sitting beside the table. On the table, there was a pot of tea. Looking at the steaming steam in the teacup, one could tell that this tea had not been brewed for a long time.

Thump, thump, thump... At this moment, a knocking sound came from outside the room