An Xuetang Mo Yunjin

Seeing her refer to herself as "old man", Mo Yunjing's eyes held both helplessness and doting affection. After gently rubbing his thumb over her cheek a few times, he reluctantly left Jingtang Garden.,For she had already heard the conversation between their valley master and Master Han.,Their guild leader and Han's guild leader have already made a decision, tonight they will 'steal' Pingping and An'an away.。