C232 Secret Substitution Demonic Cult Deacon

"Heh, no need to rush! I don't even know who this person is yet!" A laid-back young man materialized out of thin air, a straw dangling from his lips as he regarded the trio with an air of nonchalance.

"Are you Lang Mo?" The figure in the black robe rasped, the voice rough and androgynous, yet Yim Wuxie detected a trace of astonishment. Clearly, Lang Mo was someone of significance