Mortal realm, Wuyang City, equivalent to Ashmound in the underworld.

Outside of Wuyang Port, around a dozen investigators were gathered, at the very center of which was Mo Changhao. A circle of cigarette butts had already been littered around him, and he was smoking yet another cigarette as he looked around with an impatient expression.

Standing beside him was a white-haired elderly man, and he also wore an urgent expression as he asked, "Why is he still not here yet?"

"My apologies. I was busy with some important matters, so there was a slight delay." All of a sudden, Qin Ye's voice rang out seemingly out of nowhere, and he emerged amid a gust of Yin wind.

Mo Changhao heaved a sigh of relief as he smiled and said, "No problem, you're right on ti..."

As soon as he turned around, he was immediately rooted to the spot.

Who is this young man? 

It was a human male with facial features that were as angular and defined as those of a chiseled statue. He was wearing a black leather jacket with the collars turned up, and the jacket was flapping violently from the fierce sea breeze blowing toward the coastline. It was an extremely handsome and dashing man.

"Mr. Qin?" he asked in an uncertain voice. If it weren't for the fact that this man had the same voice as Qin Ye, he wouldn't even be asking this question at all.

How had he undergone such a massive transformation in just three days?

Qin Ye gave a slight nod in response.

You shocked? You envious? You should be! Even I didn't think that I would...