News of the Great Dao's Carrier!

At this moment, Wang Mang, who was flying in the air, was looking at the very lively Mo City in boredom.

Countless pedestrians were walking on the streets, chatting and laughing.

The entire Mo City was in an uproar because Wang Mang had won first place in the Endless Sacred War.

After a while, their figures stopped at the entrance of Mo Xiao Pavilion.

After Mo Yang pushed open the curtain and entered, Wang Mang followed behind him.

With the arrival of the two of them, the guests in Mo Xiao Pavilion fell silent.

The waiter gulped and walked toward the two of them.

"Greetings, Lord Clan Leader, Lord Saint!

"The two of you have graced my humble store with your presence."

Hearing this, Mo Yang glanced at him and said lightly:

"I want a pavilion and 20 jars of top-grade spirit wine."

As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter hurriedly smiled and said, "Alright, Lord Clan Chief. Come with me."