Soon, Xu Ye saw a hazy blue-green soul drift out of Count An Lu's body.
Golden light swirled in Xu Ye's eyes like two whirlpools, drawing Count An Lu's soul straight into them.
The refined soul energy left him refreshed, but at the same time, countless fragments of memory surged forth.
Those memory fragments flashed through Xu Ye's mind like slides, offering fleeting glimpses.
Xu Ye saw pieces of Count An Lu's past. His father had been a Bronze Noble, but one at the very bottom of the noble hierarchy.
To inherit his father's title, Count An Lu had ingratiated himself with everyone around him since childhood, serving as a lackey to his Silver Noble peers.
Yet his flattery had not earned him their respect. Instead, they had all sneered at him.
When Count An Lu was fifteen, he had gotten together with a girl whom a Silver Noble's descendant fancied, and that descendant had crippled him below the waist.
He had not dared utter a word.
The other party had also landed himself in serious trouble. To settle the matter, that Silver Noble had been forced to let Count An Lu inherit his father's title.
Power was everything.
From then on, Count An Lu had begun pestering Han Li. Only after she had taken the bait had she discovered that he was impotent, but by then, they were already engaged.
Later, Count An Lu had come into contact with the Eternal Church, but instead of joining, he had gone into hiding as a member of the Matchmaker Society.
The way to wake Li Yunyao.
Xu Ye frowned and silently repeated the words. Soon, countless memory fragments shattered, leaving only a single, simple fragment that rushed into his mind.
Inside the white meeting room, everything felt particularly solemn and grave.