"Someone's here?"
Bi Ji had returned so quickly that Ye Qing's head, which had been resting on her thighs, slammed straight onto the bed, nearly knocking him into another bout of motion sickness.
He sat up and rubbed his head, looking somewhat puzzled. "I haven't gone looking for Xu Jiujiu. Who else in all of Star Luo City would know me? She doesn't even know I'm here, so how could she come looking for me?"
"It's a male Titled Douluo." Bi Ji's voice rang out in Ye Qing's mind.
Ye Qing froze for a moment. "A male Titled Douluo? Don't tell me it's that old geezer Xu Jiawei?"
Knock, knock, knock...
Just then, a knock sounded at the door.
Since the visitor was already here, Ye Qing couldn't be bothered to keep guessing. He would find out simply by opening the door.
When he opened the door, a middle-aged man of imposing bearing stood outside. His expressionless face carried a measure of authority without anger, and his handsome, mature features did indeed bear some resemblance to Xu Jiujiu's.
Ye Qing nodded in understanding, stepped aside, and gestured invitingly. "You're a guest. Please, come in."
Xu Jiawei had neither revealed his identity nor worn imperial robes. Since he wasn't presenting himself as the emperor, Ye Qing naturally acted as though he hadn't recognized him.
As for his Titled Douluo cultivation?
Oh, please. Ye Qing had seen plenty of Titled Douluos. Unless they actively unleashed it, that little aura of power had absolutely no effect on him.
Xu Jiawei nodded and strode into the room with the bearing of a dragon and a tiger. Then, making himself quite at home, he sat beside the tea table where Xu Jiujiu had brewed tea last time. He said nothing, merely observing Ye Qing in