"Yuqing, how come you are here?"
The moment Young Master Qingchen saw President Xuanyuan Wuji, his eyes widened. He moved with a bizarre swiftness and in the blink of an eye, he stood before Xuanyuan Wuji and Shangguan Zifeng.
"Nalan, what happened to you?"
Stunned by Nalan Fusu's profound martial arts, Xuanyuan Wuji felt perplexed. Just as the words left his mouth, he was speechless. Xuanyuan Wuji knew that his good brother Nalan Fusu, who had grown up with him, could not perform martial arts at all, so the person before him was definitely not Nalan but Shangguan Qingchen. Otherwise, how could he explain this strange set of skills?
"I am not Nalan, I am Shangguan Qingchen."
Indeed, just as Xuanyuan Wuji had such thoughts, they were immediately denied by the 'stranger' before him. His eyebrows furrowed tightly, clearly dissatisfied with the repeated case of mistaken identity.
"Brother Qingchen, why did you call Xuanyuan Wuji 'Yuqing'?"
