C167 pill furnace

Mo Jiu did not answer and walked in slowly, clapping his hands.

"Deacon Yang, it's been a while since we last met. Your subordinates seem to have become a little disorderly!"

Standing in front of Yang Qingfeng, Mo Jiutian teased him with a smile. He didn't seem to care about the fellow from the Treasure House, who had yet to get up. He had a pained expression on his face