Ye Jiuyou paused, frowned for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Ye Wuming, let me ask you once more, about the genesis of you and me."
"Since you're already seeking truth, seek it on your own. If you can't manage, go find Zhao Changhe." Ye Wuming drifted away: "By the way, let me remind you again, the Spirit Clan's small world is not one you can meddle with right now. You'd better conduct yourself wisely."
"What are you pretending for, can you discern your own truth?" Ye Jiuyou sneered from behind: "How do you feel about Zhao Changhe currently plotting to deal with you?"
Ye Wuming did not respond.
...
On the other side, Zhao Changhe had already walked far away, and Piaomiao chased him all the way, pressing a hand on Zhao Changhe's shoulder: "Stop!"
Zhao Changhe stopped, coughing lightly: "If I didn't mistake the hour, an hour hasn't passed, it should still be Yangyang's turn now, did you push Yangyang back early too?"
