"Where is she? Is she coming back soon?"
His voice was light, like the wind blowing across the River of Forgetfulness. It carried a hint of coldness, but it already had a rare trace of warmth and a hint of the human world.
Qiong Qi didn't need to ask. Who was this "she"?
"Master, we've already arrived at the Alliance City. The young master of the Tianyun Clan has already joined the ninth young master. The Iron Blood Mercenary Group has already advanced to an A-rank mercenary group. However…" Seeing Yan Ye put down the book, Qiong Qi raised his hand to his forehead in discomfort. He was stunned and stopped talking.
"Sigh!" Yan Ye let out a long sigh and got up from the couch. He bent one leg and rested his elbow on it. He looked at the distant sky with infinite love in his eyes. "When can she change her temper and stop attracting bees and butterflies?"
