"Ying Ze!"
Only hearing the voice but not seeing the person, Ying Ze looked up, feeling a fierce wind sweep across his face.
After the wind stopped, Ji Yaohua had already appeared in his room.
Ying Ze's face darkened slightly, and he said in an unfriendly tone, "Ji Yaohua, this isn't your Ji Family. If you want to come in, you need to announce yourself."
Ji Yaohua smiled brightly, completely indifferent to Ying Ze's warning. "I came here to ask if you've heard about the recent uproar in the Middle Ancient Realm?"
Without waiting for Ying Ze's response, he continued on his own, "How could you not know? It happened in your West Continent. How could you, Young Master Ying, not be concerned? I didn't expect that guy to be from the Sang Family. I sent people to investigate, and it turns out his mother is Sang Lanruo from the Sang Family. That means he's the brother of your West Continent's number one beauty, Sang Xuewu."
