Ye Qingyu suddenly felt that this voice sounded familiar and quickly realized who the owner of this voice was.

“Senior?” He was elated. “It’s you?”

“Ha ya ha, I thought you were one of those sneaky scoundrels and almost ate you as my nourishment,” that voice laughed loudly and heartily. As it spoke, it retracted its countless tentacles that were like veins and shrank back to the middle of the Storm Platform. “Young punk, why have you come?”

“Greetings, ...