"Cyan Cloud City, huh!"
Walking down the streets of Cyan Cloud City, Ye Qingchen couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
Back then, he had just fought a battle with Ye Wushuang, severed ties with the family completely, and left with Ye Qing. In the blink of an eye, two years had passed.
"I never expected I would have a chance to return in this life!"
Ye Qingchen sighed inwardly.
"Master, is this where you grew up? It's so lively!"
Yao Qing observed the surroundings.
The city was decorated and bustling with activity. As soon as they stepped through the city gates, they could feel the lively atmosphere. On the main road, there was a continuous flow of traffic.
Even many important figures from other cities and families had gathered here.
"I'm not sure, maybe someone is hosting a wedding!" Ye Qingchen shook his head.
As the two were speaking,
a maid of about fifteen or sixteen years old quickly approached them:
