Ye Qing naturally didn't wake up.

Shengsheng looked at this Dharma King with a sad expression on his face. Young Master, I am not Ye Qing. The only thing he cares about is his miserable brother Ye Qing.

Not me.

I, He Yanhuan, am not so lucky.

He, Ye Qing, was not so lucky to have an older brother.

Young Master, now that I have become a living ghost, I haven’t seen a single trace of his breath, but there really isn’t a trace of Ye Qing left ...