"Where is this?"
When the maid standing nearby heard Tang San's question, her expression turned somewhat surprised. He scratched his head, then teased:
"Young master, stop making fun of me. Don't you play like this all the time? How did you lose your memory after playing this time? This is Wutan City! Don't tell me you don't even know who you are!"
Wutan City?
The pale-faced Tang San coughed lightly at those words. This body's prolonged indulgence in wine and women had left its constitution extremely poor. Somewhat embarrassed, he shook his head and said softly:
"All right, I understand. Don't disturb me anymore!"
The little maid pouted in embarrassment at his words. Looking at the young master before her, who refused to pay her any attention, she gave a light huff.
"Young master, you must have found some new plaything somewhere lately. You don't even like playing with me anymore! But play all you like, young master-don't blame me for not reminding you that the young lady will be coming to break off the engagement in two days."
"The master has given his orders. You must go with us that day. If anything goes wrong on your end, he certainly won't let you off!"
Watching the maid turn and leave, Tang San looked somewhat embarrassed. He thought about how, after coming to this continent, almost all his former Soul Power had dissipated, leaving only a tiny bit of strength within his body.
Lost in thought, he sighed and turned around, glanced at his surroundings, and muttered to himself:
"If I want to recover my strength, I'll probably have to find a great many Heavenly Treasures..."
Meanwhile, on the Douluo Continent,
Ye Xingchen, who had returned to Spirit Hall, wore a calm expression. As he looked at the God