Chapter 092 East Cloud_1

Yang Supporting Sect disciples were on edge. Last night, a senior brother escorted Uncle Zuo back to his room, and in the middle of the night, there was a scream, yet he still hadn't come out.

It wasn't until the sun began to set in the west that the door creaked open and Uncle Zuo walked out, picking his teeth. Behind him was the senior brother from last night, now with bright red handprints on his face, a vacant look in his eyes, and a will to die forming.

"Ma... Martial Uncle..."

"Yo! This little brother here, waiting so early for me to get up, your martial sister will treat you to a meal tomorrow!"

The disciple recoiled in horror, "Ma... Martial Uncle, it was you who asked for all the healing medicine to be brought here."

Uncle really had gone mad, babbling about senior uncles and brothers yesterday, and now even a senior sister appeared. Clutching a storage bag, he trembled uncontrollably.