“Oh? Is that so? Can you tell me who exactly I am, Lord Ye Qingyu?”

A bizarre smile formed on Wei Wubing’s face.

“Who? A wandering soul, I suppose,” Ye Qingyu answered calmly.

“A wandering soul?” Lowering his head, Wei Wubing carefully pondered, as if he was judging whether Ye Qingyu’s description was accurate.

A while later.

He began to laugh.

“Hohoho, a wandering soul, a wandering soul, indeed...” He looked at Ye Qingyu with a ...