Fumizuki

(Traffic jam)

"With that, I can rest easy..." Wei Yenwu cupped his hands toward Bai Ye.

"Heh. I don't believe you have no contingency plan. In your plans, perhaps I'm merely icing on the cake." Bai Ye smiled and took a sip from his teacup.

It was authentic Yan tea. He had not had any in a long time.

"Regardless, it is an immense help to me." Wei Yenwu sighed softly. Looking at Bai Ye, he could not help but think back to those days.

What a pity.

Some people were no longer here.

Some were now so sick they lay bedridden, unable to speak a word.

The Lin of the past had become the Rat King of today, old enough that his back had bent.

And more than half of his brothers had died in Lungmen, lying quietly in the cemetery at the city center.

When Wei Yenwu came back to himself, he still wanted to say something, but in the blink of an eye, the person before him had vanished.

A window stood open, and cold wind poured into the private reception room through it.

That familiar sensation rose in Wei Yenwu's heart, and he could not help but shudder.

"I'm getting old..."

Wei Yenwu slowly rose from his chair. Yet though he spoke of age, his movements showed no sign of sluggishness.

With the bloodline of the divine people, he possessed formidable strength to begin with. A little cold wind was naturally nothing to him.

"At least use the front door..." Wei Yenwu said as he walked to the window and shut it.

"Finished talking? You certainly have a lot of guests today..."

Madam Fumizuki gently pushed open the office door and placed a plate of fruit on Wei Yenwu's desk.

"Mm..." Wei Yenwu casually picked up