"Do you know the meaning of life? Do you want to truly... live?"
Le Yu interlaced his fingers on the stone table, crossed his legs, and leaned against the stone chair. "Have you heard this sentence before?"
Qian Yuya shook her head. "No."
"Then that means you aren't a potential member of our organization." Le Yu put on a regretful expression. "The only requirement for joining our organization is whether you can hear this distant whisper from the River of Time."
Of course, if Qian Yuya had nodded and said she had heard it, Le Yu's next question would definitely have been "Strange changes, even numbers stay the same" to confirm her identity... But such an absurd and bizarre rejection clearly couldn't satisfy Qian Yuya. She stared quietly at Le Yu, waiting for a reasonable explanation.
Le Yu casually took a bottle of red juice from his pocket. While taking advantage of the interval to drink the energy beverage, he quickly thought through more details—A few days ago, his tool-man little brother had delivered another huge box of red juice, saying it had been sent by the Shi family. Shi Huaifeng knew he liked this stuff, and Qin Leyin was his immediate superior, so naturally he had to cater to his preferences.
He had heard that this was fine blood aged for more than a year. Shi Huaifeng had been waiting for Qin Leyin to come to Flame Capital, suffer a blood craving, and find himself with no blood to drink, so he could use this batch of red juice to properly train... No, to show some filial respect to the Red Le Walker.
How could he have known that Qin Leyin would actually give up the habit? But this thing was an exclusive drink of the Blood Beverage School,