Night falls.
After the conversation in the reception hall ended.
Everyone began to get busy.
Of course, Ye Chenfeng was an exception. He only needed to prepare for the finals of the Heavenly Profound Festival tomorrow.
Sitting cross-legged in the room, Ye Chenfeng.
Outside, the night was as dark as ink, with only the occasional sound of insects breaking the silence.
Originally with his eyes closed, Ye Chenfeng suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Since you're here, why not come in and have a seat?"
"Creak!"
The wooden door of the room was pushed open, and two figures, one in white and the other in black, entered. They were Wu Lingxiang and Jiang Caixuan.
Wu Lingxiang and Jiang Caixuan did not use veils to cover their faces, their beautiful eyes full of surprise. They hadn't expected Ye Chenfeng to sense their presence?
