“How… How are you here?!”1

The Endless Lord of Plagues stared at the young man who had appeared before its heart since heavens-know-when with unbridled shock. Its already ugly, rotten face grew even uglier as a result.0

The corners of Ye Qing’s lips curled up as he countered with a hint of scorn, “What do you think?”0

Caught off guard, the Endless Lord of Plagues seemingly sensed something and locked its gaze firmly onto Ye Qing. When it perceived the aura Ye Qing gave off, it realized that it was anything but enfeebled. In fact, it was vast as an abyss and as steady as a mountain.0

“Your earlier weakness… was an act?” It asked in an uncertain and somewhat high-pitched voice.0

“Took you long enough,” said Ye Qing with a small smile on his face.0

That’s right. He was pretending earlier.0

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