C2317 Bloodline of the Spiritual Race

Mo Lan's breathing was not smooth, and with Lee Qiye's help, she was barely able to stand up.

Lee Qiye frowned as he supported Mo Lan. He felt a strange cold touch on his palm, as if he had fallen into the void. Mo Lan looked at Lee Qiye meaningfully and signaled him not to support her.

"Follow me. I will only tell you three about this." Mo Lan's gaze swept across the Bad Gambler