"Senior, my name is Luan Wusheng, an Independent Martial Artist from the Northeast Region. I received news about this stone being auctioned, so I specially approached the Ni Family, agreeing to become their family's tribute for five years to have them help me acquire this stone."
Luan Wusheng trembled slightly and explained respectfully behind Ye Qingfeng.
"What I want to know is your secret, not your nonsense!" Ye Qingfeng's voice was icy, showing no interest in Luan Wusheng's background or origins.
Luan Wusheng's body trembled slightly. His so-called secret wasn't truly a secret at all.
It was simply something cried out in desperation due to the fear of death at the time.
At this moment, Ye Qingfeng slightly turned his head, gazing at Luan Wusheng with a flicker of cold light in his eyes.
Luan Wusheng was filled with fear; this youth, with his fluttering attire, was terrifying. The fear of death spread throughout his body.
