C1015 Wind gathering array

In's room, Lu Wujiao was lying on a rocking chair, both of his hands on his head. His brows were tightly knitted, and his heart was still thinking hard, "What does that old fellow He Jiu mean, why did he give me Ye Feng from the Heaven-level Alien Soil? Our relationship is not that good, and from his words, it seems that he has hidden some profound meaning, but he said it's a good thing for me