A woman in a purple dress stood before Yang Ye, and there was a cloak which was as thin as a cicada’s wings hanging from her shoulder.

Yang Ye had seen her before!

It was Shao Siyou!

Shao Siyou!

The Pavilion Master of Nether Pavilion!

As soon as Yang Ye refused, the surroundings fell silent. Or to be more precise, the atmosphere here became quite tense!

Shao Siyou gazed at Yang Ye, and he met her gaze.

A long time passed before she smiled, “Is ...