Bab 464: Hundred Flowers

Under the Tree of Enlightenment, Ye Bei picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea lightly.

Wang An, who was sitting opposite, closed his eyes tightly, and the wrinkles on his forehead continued to increase.

The snow-white hair on his head started to fall out a little bit, and his hair became very sparse.

"Little An."

No one knew how long it took. As Ye Bei put down the teacup gently, he yelled softly in his mouth.

The moment his voice fell, Wang An, who was sitting opposite, immediately opened his eyes slowly.

"Master, do you call me?" Wang An asked.

"En."

Ye Bei nodded and asked easily, "Do you have any feelings?"