105. Yaoji
Both were individuals with sharp senses and extraordinary skills. They had only taken a few steps when the old man's low murmurs reached their ears. Ye Li glanced at Mo Xiuyao and said with a playful smile, "Prince, it seems our identities have been discovered."
Mo Xiuyao smiled faintly. "It's nothing. I used to come here often. I just didn't expect that old gentleman to recognize me." Mo Xiuyao's life could be said to be demarcated by his seventeenth year, after which it took two completely different, almost opposite, paths. If one wasn't intimately familiar with him, it would be truly difficult to connect the two personas. Ye Li looked down at the flower lantern in her hand, still exuding the scent of fresh ink, a faint smile touching her lips.
