C182 Tomorrow Morning Please

Lin Cang's face was full of grievance.

He was merely a master alchemist of the Misty Snow Pill Sect. Furthermore, he had been trapped for half a year.

Although there were quite a few Golden Origin Coins in his hands, to casually take out 10 million, did you think that he was opening a bank?

Opening a bank? If he opened a bank, there was still a possibility. But if it was some sect