Patriarch Nalan looked at the black robed man who was sitting there drinking tea. He had not spoken since he had entered his house. He couldn't help but find it strange. He didn't even know who this black-robed man was. All he knew was that this man had come to his house and said he was waiting for someone. He had been sitting there ever since.
i knew it he was upto something from the way how he was welcoming him ππππ
"Throw him to the brothel! Let him be well taken-care of." While sipping the wine lightly, Xuanyuan Mo Ze's low and magnetic voice issued a command calmly.