Chapter 112: The Musician

tanding alone at the door of the grass hut."Yes! Yes! Quickly thank Young Master Ye! To be acknowledged by Young Master Ye is the fortune you've cultivated in several lifetimes!"Li Po nodded and bowed... with a musty smell. Fearing the bed frame might have rotted away, Xiao Yi had reinforced it beforehand.But no matter how much it is reinforced, it can't be completely silent.The man's breath was on...