Ever since arriving outside the study, Su Mo had already instructed Fu Han Yuan to wait by the window.
At first, he didn't quite understand why, but when sounds emerged from the study, he knew the reason.
When facing Yang Xiaoyun, if it were under normal circumstances, Fu Han Yuan against him would still win more than lose.
However, unfortunately, Fu Han Yuan did not play by the rules this time; he ambushed.
Initially, the person's attention was entirely drawn by the Poison Dragon Pill Scripture.
Later, it was all focused on the fight with Yang Xiaoyun.
At this moment, he never expected that there would be an Old Fu crouched outside the window.
Just as he was about to fly out, a slap came out of nowhere, hitting him squarely.
He stumbled back into the study, feeling a chill from the inside out, as if his eyebrows were about to freeze.
However, compared to the coldness on his body, the chill in his eyes was even more intense:
"You, you are... are from the Dragon King Hall?"
