Hearing that Lin Feng and Qiao Beiming's identities were so impressive, Ming Yue quickly stood up and said, "Um, please have a seat, you two. Thanks to Ye Xiu, the entire nation recognizes me, so I can only live in a humble place like this. I hope you don't mind."
Lin Feng sat down nonchalantly, waving his hand. "It's fine. I'm not that particular."
Qiao Beiming, however, was not as casual as Lin Feng. After sitting down, he scrutinized Ming Yue and asked, "Since you hold a grudge against Ye Xiu, why hide out in Nanjing? Don't you know that Ye Xiu is also here?"
Ming Yue gave a bitter smile. "You may not be aware, Mr. Qiao, but ever since Mutou Bingyuan taught me the Evil Technique and my collaboration with the Tiansha Association against Ye Xiu failed, he has treated me like a tool. He drags me wherever he goes and forces me to do all his dirty work."
The most perfect lie is woven from the truth, a principle Ming Yue knew well.
