Translator: Aran

  Ye Qingyu's vision became blurred just as he was astounded by the discovery of the mysterious figure's race.

  An intense beam of blue light streaked across like a meteor.

  Caught in a trance, he saw the Seven Fingers Race elder open his eyes slightly.

  Has he awakened?

  He blinked his eyes forcibly.

  When his vision regained clarity, he discovered that the figure remained sitting quietly as if deep in sleep, completely unchanged.

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