A violet mink appeared on Yang Ye’s shoulder, and it was holding a wooden tablet in its little claws. It was that exact same wooden tablet which the refined man was holding just a moment ago.

At the same time, the spatial barriers around Yang Ye had been instantly destroyed.

The violet mink gazed at Yang Ye, blinked, and then placed its little head against Yang Ye’s face before rubbing it incessantly.

Yang Ye took the violet mink in his arms and kissed her on the ...