A cold and clear voice rang out, causing everyone to tremble involuntarily.
Originally.
Everyone was chatting well, when suddenly Steward Liu was crushed to the ground, followed by this sudden sound, causing the bustling Clothes Cleaning Workshop to suddenly quiet down.
"Who?"
Kong Xianglei's pupils contracted as he looked coldly.
Instantly.
They saw, outside the Clothes Cleaning Workshop, there were already three figures. Leading them, dressed in cyan with silver hair, stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes as deep as the sea, giving an indescribable sense of oppression.
'Who is he?'
Most people wondered in their hearts.
Although.
In Taotian Palace, those who know Ye Qingchen exist, but few have truly seen him. The guards of the Clothes Cleaning Workshop showed fierce expressions, glaring ferociously at Ye Qingchen.
Only Kong Xianglei trembled all over, showing a look of horror, as if seeing a ghost!
