That voice sounds familiar…

Mo Changhao and Zhou Xianlong glanced at each other and frowned immediately, “Dare we ask who this esteemed Abyssal Prefect might be?”

Qin Ye smiled and turned around, “It hasn’t been that long since our last encounter at Martial City. Have you already forgotten about me?”

Dead silence.

Zhou Xianlong’s lips trembled slightly, while Mo Changhao’s eyes widened in horror - How could it be him?

What’s he doing here?

And how could he be an Abyssal Prefect?

The Hungry Ghost Festival was just a few months ago, and yet he’s already an Abyssal Prefect now? Just how blessed by the gods is he supposed to be?! Words can’t even describe how outrageously quick this cultivation speed is!!!

“What’s the matter?” Qin Ye basked in the glory of the infrared lights trained on his body as he stroked the Harken gently with a smile, “Are you really that intent on testing the extent of my abilities? Have them stand down. These firearms are completely useless against me.”

Zhou Xianlong was the first one to return to his senses. However, the first thing that he did was not respond to Qin Ye, but instead to shut the door behind him.

Thud.

There was a muffled sound. Mo Changhao turned to look at him with his lips slightly agape, but said nothing afterwards.

“An Abyssal Prefect has descended upon Fengyang County. The situation is critical, and Principal Xu, Vice Principal Li, as well as several others are all outside.” Zhou Xianlong leaned against...