C1727 (1/2)

Ye Qingfeng's heart grew heavy. According to who the Immortal God of China had told him that this was a major astral world, and that it was originally a fragment of the primordial universe.

Was Patriarch Nuwa a Primordial Chaos body of ten thousand souls?

After all, he had only grown up listening to myths and legends. When he himself had become a myth, he had discovered that the main characters of the myths in the past were even more ethereal and terrifying.

Ye Qingfeng closed his Primordius Heavenly Gaze. He was afraid that if he did not close it now, he would not be able to endure this beautiful old granny's charm.

”When will the Realm of Return to the Ruins open?”

Xiang Mei Er smiled confidently: ”I am here, and can open it at any time, but I do not wish to use too much effort to send you in, so you just wait. I believe that when Dong Huangyue enters, you will also be able to enter.”

”Wait!” Ye Qingfeng's eyes widened as she stared at Xiang Mei Er and asked, ”Are you also monitoring me at the Imperial City?”

Xiang Mei Er ridiculed: ”In the life of the Primordial Dragon God, I have already paid attention to you, so how could I not know? If not for me at that time, Dong Huangyue would have died and entered the Spirit Refinement Pot to disappear, and would have entered to look for you as well.”

”Toad?”

Of course, Dong Huangyue's physique is not ordinary, the previous generation of Eastern Emperor is truly a seed player.

Ye Qingfeng's face darkened. It seemed that many years of his life had been watched by a beautiful, old granny who had lived for at least billions of years.

Suddenly, his heart thumped.

”Cough cough, senior, I was discussing philosophy of life with Dong Huangyue and a few other girls. You aren't secretly monitoring us, are you?”

”Scram!”

Ye Qingfeng was dragged out of the tailor shop.