C585 Whitey

As for who he was waiting for, Qin Yue had no idea. The Qin Yue who was approaching him now was a small fry, a small fry at that.

As time passed, Qin Yue sat cross-legged on the wooden couch, concentrating on eating the Yellow Essence. He ate until his cheeks hurt, but this did not affect Qin Yue's progress.

's body was covered in a fine layer of sweat