"Thank you, Lord Lin!" At this moment, Sima Yan was almost moved to tears.
However, Mo Hang was a bit anxious now. How could the slot in hand just vanish like that? How did a Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable suddenly appear out of nowhere?
"Lord Lin." Mo Hang stepped forward respectfully, cupped his hands, and said, "I think there's something strange going on. I hope Lord Lin can investigate thoroughly!"
"Strange?" Lin Qingyi threw a chicken bone from his hand onto a table beside him, seemingly casually asked, "What do you mean by strange? Explain it to me."
"Mo Hang, don't speak nonsense here and sow discord between us and Lord Lin." Sima Yan gnashed his teeth as he looked at Mo Hang, who was already on his hit list. Given the chance, he would certainly want to make Mo Hang's life a living hell.
