“Who gave you this?” Hui Yue asked the servant who had rushed to give it to the white-haired boy. Deng Tsang Ying’s voice was not something which Gao Yan, or anyone on the Rong faction side, could gain access to, especially not a sentence which was this important.
Looking at the memory stone, Hui Yue thoughtfully waited for an answer as he turned and played with it, seemingly deep in thought causing the servant not to dare open his mouth. Hui Yue sighed and crushed the stone to pieces before he looked at the servant in front of him, urging him to answer.
“Young Master Deng Wu, sir,” the servant said with a resolute expression. Although the majority of the servants within Hui Yue’s mansion were all enjoying comfortable lives, all of them felt slight dread when it came to interacting with
