Perhaps because he perceived Ling Mo Han's remarkable aura, the president spoke again. "We have some business with him, but it's not convenient for us to talk to outsiders. We'd like to request you to pass the message."
Ling Mo Han glanced at them and stepped into the room next door. Without looking back at Leng Shuang, he ordered."Go in and tell your master."
Leng Shuang nodded. After entering the wing and reached the inner room, she saw her mistress was rolled up in a quilt with only her head showing. With astonishment, she stepped forward and called out: "Mistress?"
"Mm…" Feng Jiu responded lazily. She did not open his eyes.
"The Alchemist Guild's President and Old Yu are here."
As soon as this was said, the mistress who looked so sleepy earlier leapt up from the bed and looked at her, making her jump in fright.
"Old Yu is here?"
"Yes, the chief is also here. They said that they have some business with Mistress."
