Back in his own home, Chen Hao lay on his familiar bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. How could Ye Yuqiao be the Nether King? Chen Hao found it hard to believe.
In the taxi on the way home from the Yin Yang Master Association, he had thought that even if Ye Yuqiao were some terrifying demon, he wouldn't mind. But to his surprise, Ye Yuqiao turned out to be the Nether King, more fearsome than any demon, the man who in his memory had a ferocious countenance and a face full of beard.
He looked towards the windowsill where the morning light fell, the breeze fluttered the curtains, and through a small patch of misted glass revealed by the parting curtains, he vaguely made out Ye Yuqiao's figure. His fondness for Ye Yuqiao had completely taken ahold of him, and right now the feeling was so intense.