C292 Have You Heard of Coke?

Chen Mo was well aware of the wisdom in not flaunting one's wealth.

Yet, the tail feathers of the Seven-colored Chicken were rare treasures, the kind you could only come across by chance.

Besides, this elder didn't strike him as dangerous—just a bit stoic.

That was Chen Mo's mental note on Lo Chuan.

Lo Chuan paused, puzzled.

He glanced at the dispirited Seven-colored Chicken in his grasp