Three thousand years ago, Mo Yun alone forged the imperial weapon Ping She Bi and presented it to a ruler who brought peace to an era. 。,"Hmph, this little wretch is already in such a state, does he think he can do anything" Wang Fu looked at Mo Yun, who was weak and emaciated on the sickbed, and said disdainfully. 。,"Then I'll leave, Mo Yun. Take care of yourself!"Jia Xi gave Mo Yun one last look, her eyes filled with worry 。。