When Qing Ming, who had been standing guard outside, heard that Gu Ruoyun has exited the Restricted Area, he had immediately rushed towards them before exclaiming with reverence, "Greetings Young Master, Young Madam."
"Qing Ming, I want you to bring these medicinal herbs over."
Qianbei Ye waved his large hand and placed the list of medicinal herbs that Gu Ruoyun had just written down into Qing Ming's hand. He then ordered coldly, "You are given a quarter of an hour to complete this task."
"Understood."
After accepting the list, Qing Ming slowly rose to his feet and looked as if he wanted to say something else but had stopped himself.
"Is there anything else?" Qianbei Ye furrowed his brows and his voice was as gloomy as ever.
"Young Master," Qing Ming paused for a moment to gather his courage. "Something has happened in the Underworld over this period of time..."
Qianbei Ye's expression grew even colder.
