The little old man looked at Su Mo with a face full of confusion.
The possibility he was thinking of, though he dared not say it, was becoming more and more evident in his gaze.
Moreover, he examined his face carefully, looking for any resemblance.
Su Mo sighed, stopped paying attention to him, and instead looked at Li Mosheng:
"Senior Li, how do you feel?"
"This..."
Li Mosheng regulated a breath of inner strength and nodded in surprise: "Indeed... there's some improvement."
Immediately, he hurriedly bowed to the little old man:
"Thank you, fellow for your help!"
"This is impossible..."
The man in the green robe couldn't help but speak up upon seeing this:
"This is absolutely impossible!
The poison concocted by Old Ghost himself cannot be so easily dissolved! You... you must be putting on an act in front of me, using mystical tricks."
"Hmm?"
Hearing this, the little old man glared at the man in the green robe:
"What do you know!"
"I..."
