"What?"
When they saw that familiar face, Zhai Changfeng and Zhuo Feiyang were so shocked that their eyes nearly popped out.
In this moment, their blood froze, and a chill surged from their feet straight to the top of their skulls.
"It's... It's you... How can it be you..."
Zhai Changfeng stared in terror as if encountering Sadako in the middle of the night, his eyes full of fear.
Mo Han also exclaimed, "No, you're not him! Who exactly are you?"
"Ye Qingtian, you... how are you here?"
Zhuo Feiyang felt as though his heart would burst from his chest, unable to breathe, nearly suffocating.
"What? Ye Qingtian? He's Ye Qingtian?"
Mo Han and his men were so shocked they almost spat out blood.
Ye Qingtian chuckled, "Weren't you all searching for me? Why aren't you pleased now that you've found me?"
"Where's the Death Designer? Where is he?"
Zhai Changfeng asked the question everyone wanted to know.
