Yang Ye glanced at the middle aged man with displeasure, Doesn’t he know how to speak to others?

“Don’t bring shame to it!” The woman in a white dress spoke abruptly.

Yang Ye was about to ask her something when she vanished into thin air.

Yang Ye gazed at the middle aged man, “Senior, who is she?”

The middle aged man glanced at Yang Ye, “I was going to ask how you knew her!”

Yang Ye was astounded, “I know her?”

The middle aged man said, “You would be dead if she didn’t, and would she have given Elysium to you?”

Yang Ye asked, “Who is she?”

The middle aged man shrugged, “The Strategist. The brains of my god race. I didn’t say anything because she asked me to give it to you. Because if she does something, there’s definitely a reason!”

She knows me? Yang Ye wracked his brains but couldn’t think who it was. Even though he knew many women, he didn’t know any one of them who possessed such ability and was a member of the god race.

Yang Ye restrained...