Once Ke Qinghong left, the silent Ming Yue finally spoke: "Is he really Ke Qinghong from the Ke family back then?"
Ming Yue hadn't spoken earlier not because he didn't want to, but because he already vaguely guessed the true identity of the Lord.
Whether it was Ke Qinghong or the Lord, twenty years ago, they were giants, prominent figures, while he was just a minor role in front of them.
Even though he had reached the realm of stepping into the void now, he still couldn't stand on equal footing with Ke Qinghong and the Lord!
Perhaps only kings could be compared to them.
"That's right, he is Ke Qinghong."
"How can you be so sure?"
The Lord smiled and did not answer Ming Yue.
Seeing the Lord not answering, Ming Yue did not continue to ask. After all, everyone has their own secrets, and the Lord clearly did not want to speak now.
"Ming Yue, if I remember correctly, you've disappeared for over ten years, haven't you?"
"Exactly!"
"You still need to continue disappearing."
