"I'm sorry, Emperor Wu, I have never done this before."
A soft voice of a youth echoed across the yard, and MingYu opened his eyes as a sudden surge of energy tingled through his veins. He scrambled up and realized that he stood in front of the main hall of the Ma's.
In front of him stood a frail youth, with broad shoulders and delicate bone structure. He was as white as snow, with slightly slanted, almost coal-black eyes. His thin lips were the colour of freshly bloomed plum blossom, the same shade that was also softly present on his cheeks. No one else was present but the two of them.
MingYu tried to get a steady foothold on the ground, while his head was still swimming in the vast ocean darkness. When he finally pushed the urge to vomit away, he said, "Who are you? And how come you can interact with me suddenly?"
The youth gave him an apologetic smile. "I don't know, your highness. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
