C395 Contact the Nephelo
Back in the wooden cabin, Ye Feng settled into a cross-legged position.
"Mr. Gold Plate..." he whispered.
There was no response.
"Mr. Gold Plate?" Ye Feng allowed a small smile to play on his lips. "Come on, don't be like that. Let's have a proper talk. After all the trouble you went through to bring me here, we owe it to each other
