Reverse Scale

"Elder Xia, long time no see."

Xia Wanning recognized the person as soon as she appeared, dressed in a black robe with solid facial features and deep eyes.

"Young Lord, why did you come here to find me?"

"Ning is injured."

"Who's Ning?"

Xia Wanning asked, and then said with relief: "If the Ghost King wants my help to treat this person, just say so, your father and I have been friends for many years, and I am satisfied with that."

"Zhao Shuning is injured. Did you save her?"

"You know Zhao Shuning?"

Mo Bai nodded, then took a step forward and said anxiously: "I searched every corner of the Great Land of Dongze, but I did not see Ning's figure. I think, you were once Ning's teacher, if Ning was saved, that person would most likely be you."

Xia Wanning looked at Mo Bai's expression.

He suddenly felt that he was truly ironic.