Vanishing

He met Zhao Shuning's resolute gaze.

Mo Bai knew that she no longer planned to keep this copper plate.

Keep everything properly.

Mo Bai looked deeply at Zhao Shuning.

"If you wear this bronze medallion as its master, you will be its master for the rest of its life. "Ning, you'll regret it. I'll wait for you to come find me."

The copper medallion was no longer as warm as it had been before.

As expected, the power contained in the bronze medallion had somehow entered her body.

This time, Mo Bai did not say anything, nor did he say anything. He went down the mountain alone.

Perhaps in the darkness, his back seemed somewhat lonely.

Zhao Shuning couldn't bear it any longer, but she had to do so.

"Ning, son."

"Master, did I do something wrong?"