C547 Predictive Combat

When Ling Zixuan brought Mu Qing to the Guild of Heavenly Moon, the corners of Mu Qing's mouth twitched. Looking at the so called Guild of Heavenly Moon in front of him, he felt that it was a little hard to believe.

Before them was a small house that looked like it belonged to a mortal.

"This... that is, Guild of Heavenly Moon? " Mu Qing pointed to the small hut in front of him