So, you've been to all the places here?
The only one who seemed indifferent was Ye Fengsheng. He calmly held a teacup in his hand, took a sip slowly, and then asked, "Did you see a red potion?"
"Dan Yao?"
Outside the door, Old Lu frowned, contemplating deeply, as if someone had responded, "I'm here for those little statues and fish. At this moment, what right do you have to ask me?"
"Really?"
Ye Feng glanced at him, saying calmly, "If you don't understand what I mean, you can keep your mouth shut and think it through before you answer. If you say something, you can't take it back."
"Yellow-mouthed child!"
Old Tao sneered, raising the Compass, stirring the dust in his hand: "I don't care about you dying people. The secrets of the Dao are mine alone. You will all perish!"
In the past few years, he had gone from being a notorious thief to a revered figure. How dare anyone speak to him like this? Today, people scold him. Where do you plan to spend more time?
