"Thank you, Lord Lin!" Sima Yan was so overjoyed that he was on the verge of tears. However, at this moment, Mo Hang was somewhat anxious. How did the quota that was within his grasp suddenly disappear?

How did the Qinglian Sword Sovereign appear out of nowhere?

"Lord Lin." Mo Hang stepped forward at this time, respectfully saluting, "I suspect something is amiss. I hope Lord Lin can investigate!"

"Amiss?" Lin Qingyi tossed a chicken bone in his hand onto a table nearby, then casually asked, "What do you mean by 'amiss'? Let's hear it."