C122 Mischief

"What's the use of being anxious? We should just be honest …" "Hold on!" Feng Quan opened his eyes. Just as he was about to comfort Wang Tianlong, he suddenly saw something and stopped midsentence.

Wang Tianlong followed Feng Quan's gaze and saw a young man riding a fire gourd as he slowly landed outside of the mission hall.

The young man's face was a bit pale