C900 Tenfold Return

"Oh?" Mo Qing He's lips curved into a slight smirk, his voice tinged with intrigue. "So, you're the master he speaks of? You don't look like much. Old Yan, break his limbs and throw them both in the water dungeon to keep each other company!"

"Yes, young master," the black-clad old servant replied, bowing slightly before attempting his move once more