In a small mountain within the Holy Land, Mo Liancheng is temporarily hiding.
He has set up a large cauldron, filled with water.
Mo Xiaofan went to find dry firewood, Ling was lighting the fire, and Mo Liancheng was menacingly staring at the two puppies lying on the ground, which were actually Demon Wolves. He coldly said, "Not talking? Really not going to talk?"
The two puppies shook their heads vigorously.
They were not too afraid of the old man, but they were extremely frightened of the man in the green robes.
"I just want to know what he cares about the most, what's the most important. I'm not asking you to betray him, is there anything so significant about it? I've already picked quite a few Spiritual Medicines from the back mountain." Mo Liancheng said in a sinisterly slow manner, sending chills down the spine. Upon hearing that the Spiritual Medicines had been picked, the eyes of the two Demon Wolves widened considerably.
However, they still shook their heads.
