C44 Outer sect disciples

Three days later, at the Maoshan Market.

Tie Muyuan stood at the window of the Treasure House, watching the endless stream of people on the street as they recalled what had happened recently. He let out a bitter laugh as he sighed in a low voice, "The world is unpredictable."

The events of the past few days flashed past Tie Muyuan's eyes like passing clouds