Translator: Aran

  “Oh? Is that so? Can you tell me who exactly I am, Lord Ye Qingyu?”


  A bizarre smile formed on Wei Wubing’s face.

  “Who? A wandering soul, I suppose,” Ye Qingyu answered calmly.

  “A wandering soul?” Lowering his head, Wei Wubing carefully pondered, as if he was judging whether Ye Qingyu’s description was accurate.

  A while later.

  He began to laugh.

  “Hohoho, a wandering soul, a wandering soul, indeed……” He looked at Ye Qingyu wi..