Wang Yulong's face suddenly darkened, his gaze falling in the direction of Wang Ye's small courtyard, his hands clenched tightly. 'Wang Ye is the woman I want, no one can touch her. Bring Wang Ye over tomorrow. I want to personally see her, don't let Xia Qin touch her.'
'Yes,' Wang Yan hurriedly responded.
Wang Ye lingered in the corner until midnight, still unable to sleep. He opened his eyes, raised his left hand, and looked at the center—a green halo, distinctly blurred in the dark, which caught his attention.
In the past, he single-handedly stirred the world using Divine Power, plunging everything into chaos. However, he also nearly exhausted his own toxic energy. Now, he almost couldn't feel the presence of toxic energy.
