C95 Kuan yin sat and spat!

Kuan Yin sat up straight.

The next day, in the Mo Sect's Meeting Room, Zhou Tong sat on the seat of honor, his eyes extremely clear and lifeless, as if his soul had already left for a distant unknown place.

"Chief, did you not get enough rest?"

"I guess so. I didn't sleep for the whole night, so I thought about it a little." Zhou Tong stretched out his hands and rubbed his face hard