Lu Zijia knew that he was talking about Long Xueni, who had been rude to them many times. She smiled indifferently and said, "There's no need to teach her a lesson. She'll run into trouble sooner or later. The most important thing for us now is to find out where Uncle Yi's soul has been taken. The longer we delay, the more disadvantageous it will be."
Mu Yunhao thought that it made sense and immediately forgot about Long Xueni.
In a room in a slightly dilapidated hotel.
A woman and two men were sitting together, and in the middle of them was a pitch-black stove about a meter tall. The size of the stove was enough to accommodate an adult woman.
"The black market said that this Taiyi Pill Furnace is fake. What do you think?" The blond woman, who looked to be only 18 or 19 years old, touched her chin and asked her two male companions.
The man with darker skin frowned and said, "It looks ordinary, but the people at the museum shouldn't be wrong."
