Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control

alking around for a long time, Chen Ping was a little disappointed. The herbal medicine market was filled with ordinary herbs, and even some hundred-year-old herbs had been completely drained of their...I finally found it..."But soon, Tong Youcai's laughter came to an abrupt end, and his sharp gaze turned towards the depths of the forest!"Second Master, what's wrong"A disciple of the Tianlei sect ste...