The masterpiece of the mountain god

"What? Spying on us?" Huo Qing was stunned. Normally, he would also feel something that Tamaki Wilson could sense, but this time, he didn't react at all. Tamaki Wilson smiled, made a hushing gesture, then sat cross-legged, and looked at everything around him with his spirit out of his body. Soon, Tamaki Wilson's spirit retracted and he slowly opened his eyes: "Is it him?" "Master, who is it?" Tamaki Wilson shook his head: "Nothing, they've already left. Huo Qing, don't practice tonight, get a...