After five minutes, Ling Mo pushed the wheelchair into the east courtyard. The noise coming from the main courtyard set off by the quite east courtyard.

Ling Mo checked around, and he didn’t find others except the guards of the Yinmo Cult. He reached out and was about to take out the silver needles at Ling Li’s waist, but one hand stopped him suddenly.

Ling Mo was shocked, “Master, you’re not drunk, are you?”

Ling Li, who was drunk before, ...