Yang Ye and A’Man returned to Hidden Dragon City, and then she left.

She was returning to the barbaric race to help Yang Ye find out about the Sage Alliance.

Yang Ye was quite against it in the beginning because he really didn’t want her to get mixed up in it. The Sage Alliance wasn’t an organization that she could afford to offend. However, his refusal didn’t make a difference, so he had no choice but to just tell her to be careful.

Once she left, Yang Ye wanted to look for a place to rest, but a young man appeared not too far away from him.

The young man seemed to be a little over 20. He wore a cloud white robe and held an emerald flute.

He grinned to Yang Ye, “The Confucianist Path, Li You.”

The Confucianist Path? Yang Ye frowned slightly, “What? Does the Confucianist Path want my head too?”

Li You shook his head slightly, “I came looking for you merely for a spar, and nothing else.”

A spar!

Yang Ye glanced at him, “I don’t like meaningless...