Xia Qingyuan Cultivating in Seclusion
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Inside the cavern residence in the You Pavilion, Han Lin's servants picked a few corpse puppets for Xia Qingyuan. Ying Qing, on the other hand, brought out Ye Futian's body.
Ye Futian's body had a dark color and was wrapped in the Will of Death. His eyes were tightly closed as if he was about to die any second.
"Ying Qing, this one is not fully transformed yet. The vice chief doesn't have control over him either. Why are you bringing him?" a person looked at Ying Qing and asked. They picked up Ye Futian together days ago and recognized him easily.
"More or less, I suppose you can figure out what the young master is thinking about," said Ying Qing.
"Sure thing, Goddess Xia is a gorgeous woman and a good match for the vice chief. Maybe she will be our mistress in the future," someone playfully said. Of course, they would only gossip about the young master in private.