Translator: Aran

  After an hour of continuous customs clearing at the portals, Ye Qingyu had completely lost all sense of direction.

  Even somebody with a photographic memory like him was already reeling.

  The design of the path he had taken was obviously done by a master. It was special, causing anyone who went through the ordeal of teleportation to lose all memory of the path he or she had traveled. The only thing was that it caused so much torment, and in terms of comf..