He had been to the Ancient Wasteland before and had naturally met Ye Qianqian there. He had simply never expected to see her again here.
"Ye Qianqian!" Ye Xukong recognized Ye Qianqian at once as well.
Back then, he, Ye Qianqian, and Ye Xiwen had stood side by side as several of the Ye Family's most outstanding young geniuses. Now that several centuries had passed, things had changed and people had changed. In particular, he had learned from Ye Xiwen that even the Royal Court had been breached by the Abyssal Demon Lord, with the human race suffering grievous losses. To see an old acquaintance here now gave him a peculiar feeling, even if that acquaintance was an enemy—let alone Ye Qianqian, with whom he had once had a fairly good relationship.
The two of them slowly approached along the street, and Ye Xukong immediately called out.
"Ye Qianqian!"
Hearing someone call her name, Ye Qianqian raised her head. Yet her gaze held both confusion and a trace of sharp hostility. She gave them only an indifferent glance, then acted as though she had heard nothing and continued forward with Chen Tengkong.
Everyone on the second floor of the teahouse was somewhat stunned, especially Ye Xukong. He had never imagined that Ye Qianqian would ignore him completely, treating him like thin air. His expression could not help turning unsightly.
Ye Xiwen furrowed his brows slightly. Ye Qianqian's reaction had not escaped his eyes. Aside from confusion, there had actually been a hint of hostility in it.
That behavior was exceedingly strange. Moreover, he was confident that even if Ye Qianqian no longer remembered Ye Xukong, there was no way she could have forgotten him as well, without retaining the slightest memory.
There was definitely something wrong with this. In an