Wang Changsheng had cultivated from a Qi-refining cultivator to Daluo Jinxian, and he had met many comrades, most of whom were gone.

"Yes, old ancestor."

Wang Yixin responded and took the order to leave.

Not long after, Wang Yixin came back with Fang Mu. Fang Mu's face was pale, and he looked like he was seriously injured.

"This junior pays respects to Senior Wang and Senior Wang."

Fang Mu bowed and saluted.

"Fang Xiaoyou, you don't have to be polite. If you have something to say, it's okay to say it."

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