C65 Doubt

Wuhen quietly returned to the Beggar Sect Branch.

At this time, it was already late at night.

His thoughts were surging, and he was not sleepy at all.

The moon was as bright as silver, sprinkling on the Guiyang City.

The autumn night was already somewhat cold.

Wuhen leapt onto the roof, opened the gourd, and slowly took a few sips