"Brother Ye, calling you this way, I hope you don't mind." Wan'er walked up to Ye Qiu, her voice extremely gentle.
Ye Qiu touched his nose, smiling, "No problem."
The two walked down the street, attracting a lot of attention, but no one came to bother them. Previously, Ye Qiu's defeat of the Saint Heir of Mother Mountain had already spread; who would dare to mess with Ye Qiu?
Besides, Ye Qiu was now the sixth elder of the Pill Tower; his status had transformed, people were eager to win his favor.
"Brother Ye, I feel a strong connection with you. From the moment I saw you, I felt we've met somewhere before. Do you think this is fate?" Wan'er said sweetly.
"Hehe... perhaps." Ye Qiu outwardly agreed, though internally he pondered other thoughts. If Miss Wan'er was Tang Surou, based on Tang Surou's personality, she wouldn't be so exceptionally talkative. But to say she wasn't Tang Surou seemed wrong too, because their eyebrows looked so similar.
