Time flew by, and soon, 10 days had passed.
At this moment, Wang Mang was drinking spirit wine in a seat in the Black Night Pavilion.
The guests around him were no longer afraid of Wang Mang's existence.
They were all drinking and chatting about what had happened recently.
After all, in the past ten days, Wang Mang would visit the Black Night Pavilion from time to time.
Now, he was already a regular customer of Mo Xiao Pavilion.
He probably knew all the guests who came here often.
Right at this moment, a few familiar figures appeared in Wang Mang's field of vision.
Looking at these people, Wang Mang smiled and put down the empty wine jar.
Then, he threw some Dao Crystals on the table and slowly left.
Mo Yan, who brushed past Wang Mang, was stunned when he saw that Wang Mang was about to leave.
In the next moment, he cupped his hands at Wang Mang.
"Lord Holy Son, I've offended you for what happened before.