Translator: Aran

  Blue sky and white clouds, a breeze blowing gently.

  It was the Capital Sky Peak.

  Ye Qingyu, supporting fatty who had passed out, was waiting there quietly.

  Next to him was the arrogant youngster Lu Wei, as well as the old man Quasi-emperor.

  The eyes of the trio were fixed on the sky, as they guarded the physical body of [Quasi-emperor Xiaofei], looking nervous.

  And the figures of the other people had disappeared long ago.

  Th..