C1135 Ma Yan

Wang Mang and White Awn followed Ye Yizhi to see the rest of his strange items. The further they went, the more cold sweat broke out on Ye Yizhi's forehead.

He was holding a snow-white silk handkerchief that was already covered with his sweat. In the end, when he explained to Wang Mang, his voice was somewhat trembling.

Wang Mang smiled and looked at him, then casually waved his hand