C1037

"Mo Ye, come here."

The old man waved to the frail looking man, and the frail looking man walked towards him step by step, and only when he walked in did Wang Yu manage to see it clearly.

This man was not only thin and weak, he was practically a bag of bones. There was not a single strand of flesh on his deeply sunken cheeks, and there was even a trace of sickly white on his face