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"Fatso Huang, come with me."
Ye Xuan rose from his seat, strolled toward Qingyun Small House, and beckoned Fatso Huang to follow hastily, entering the small abode.
Qingyun Small House.
Ye Xuan stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes slightly unfocused as he gazed through the window eaves at the endless heavenly vault, leaving others unsure what was on his mind.
Fatso Huang knelt before Ye Xuan, his face already streaked with tears, clearly heartbroken over Ye Xuan's impending departure.
"Alright, you're such a grown man yet crying like a child, what would people think if they saw you?" Ye Xuan collected his thoughts and chided Fatso Huang with a teasing smile.
"Master, I only wish to follow you always. I have no interest in the position of Netherworld Lord, please grant me this," Fatso Huang pleaded with reddened eyes, devoid of his usual sinister brutality, instead sobbing grievously like a wounded child.
"Alas!"
