C1026 Thousand Insects Ten Thousand Corpse Gu

In the room, Loong Ling personally served the tea to Zhao Sanjin. Only then did he slowly savor it. For some reason, every time a person who loved tea tasted the tea, his thoughts would become clear. It was as if he was affected by the refreshing feeling.

"Is there anything wrong with the old man's body?" Looking at Zhao Sanjin, who had been holding Old Master Loong's pulse tightly