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Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Fortunately, some people who knew their stuff finally realized how good Beiting Huang was.
A particularly thin young man held his hands in front of him and looked a little timid. He glanced at Beiting Huang and his gaze landed on her hand,
which was holding Mu Qinglingās tightly. He took a deep breath and seemed to have made an especially difficult decision. He walked over and said to Beiting Huang, āYour Excellency Beiting Huang, can Iā¦ can I join your team?
This was great!
Beiting Huang, who had been completely isolated by this batch of new students, finally had a way out. Her mask could not hide the smile on her face. She cast a questioning look at Mu Qingling. Seeing that she had no objections, she restrained her excitement and nodded at the boy indifferently. āSure. Whatās your name?
It wasnāt that no one was willing to form a party up with Beiting Huang, but who was qualified to form a party up with her? Even if she was only a Level 2 Spirit Master, she had another identity as Leng Qianmoās student, a Heaven Rank Star Sword Master.
Looking up, there were less than 10,000 people left. Even Level 3 professionals were as rare as divine beasts with ancient bloodlines. How could any of them compare to Beiting Huang?
Seeing this ordinary-looking kid join Beiting Huangās team, everyone in the new student team was envious. This brat was simply lucky.
āIsnāt this guy Yuan Ye?ā
āThatās right. Haha, this is fun. The most lowly person in the world actually joined forces with the most respected person on this continent. Impressive!ā
āHahaha, Lord Beiting Huang must not know who this kid is. If he did, he wouldnāt even look at him!ā
The discussions and voices entered her ears. Beiting Huang indeed didnāt know who this boy called Yuan Ye was. It seemed that this guy was very famous in the entire capital and wasnāt inferior to Beiting Huang at all.
This was still strange!
She sized up this kid. He was dressed in a warriorās uniform that had been washed until it was white. His sleeves and pants were obviously shorter. It was a little like slightly long sleeves and nine-section pants that were popular in modern society.
Seeing Beiting Huang size up him, Yuan Ye lowered his head even more. He walked up to Beiting Huang and formally introduced himself. āHello, Your
Excellency Beiting Huang. My name is Yuan Ye!ā
āOh, Yuan Yeā¦
Before Beiting Huang could finish speaking, he was interrupted by wild
laughter. He frowned and looked at the crazy person. It was āFinished Quicklyā. Beiting Huang was especially impatient. Brat, since even your father wants you to āfinish quicklyā, Iāll fulfill your wish. Iāll let you be arrogant for the time being. When we reach the danger zone, Iāll personally send you to the King of
āI thought that the dignified ninth young master was very noble, but it turns out that heās just a piece of trash. Heās only worthy of dealing with the son of a dung collector!ā Wan Dekuaiās disdainful gaze swept across Beiting Huang. His arrogant look was especially annoying!
āYou!ā Yuan Ye, who had always been submissive, was provoked, and his face flushed red. āSo what if heās a dung collector? My father depends on his own ability to make a living. If you have the ability, donāt poop every day!ā
āHahaha!ā Beiting Huang couldnāt help but laugh. She patted Yuan Heās shoulder with her snow-white hand. āIf he doesnāt poop, do you want him to suffocate to death? However, well said. Thereās no distinction between noble and low class. I like it!ā
Yuan Ye felt as if he had been electrocuted. Ever since he was young, he had followed his father through the streets as he collected poop. No child liked to play with him, and they all said that he smelled bad. He had the intention to change his fate. When he was seven years old, perhaps because his father was moved by him, he actually taught him how to cultivate. He worked hard and finally became a Level 2 professional..