Translator: Aran

  Sword slave?

  Waited for me bitterly?

  Ye Qingyu was somewhat nonplussed.

  Just what is this, do I know this youth from somewhere before?

  “Wuwu, my lord, you’ve really come…” The youth was nonsensical yet again, laughing and crying like a madman. Half a moment later, he seemed to have thought of something, quickly rushing to say, “My lord, please quickly enter. Your subordinate I have ensured that the entire tower was kept clean…”


  Ye..