"If we lose, let's go get some drinks." The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse.
Wang Ling felt a bit helpless, "Uncle Quan, it's almost the fifteenth, let's have a drink after we defend the city."
Wang Quan smirked with an indifferent expression, "It's uncertain if we can even stay in the city until the fifteenth."
"Don't." Wang Ling's heart skipped a beat, quickly stopping his uncle from speaking recklessly.
For nearly a month, quite a few people indeed went missing from the Inner City.
Disappeared?
Perhaps, but the uncle and nephew knew where the elders disappeared.
The Divine Worship Hall!
Once you enter the hall, you never come out.
What did Lord Qiang Xiu do to the believers, and where did those Jianghai disciples go?
No one knew.
"Go, buy some drinks." Wang Quan waved his hand casually.
Wang Ling had no choice but to get up and walk towards the door.
Yan Shuangzi faintly deduced something from their conversation.
