Meanwhile, over at the Jinguang Sect, Ye Qingtao was happily eating grapes. Around him, numerous fair-skinned, long-legged maidships were massaging his waist and beating his shoulders, while others bustled about peeling grapes for him. He was living a life fit for an emperor—nay, even more comfortably than any emperor.
That was right, as far as Ye Qingtao was concerned, with so many powerful individuals under his command, what reason did he have to keep a low profile? Whatever kind of life he wanted to live, he was going to live it. After all, he had transmigrated precisely to enjoy himself; if he had been sent here to suffer, he would rather not have transmigrated at all.
His philosophy was simple: he was here to enjoy life. If anyone tried to stop him from doing so, then sorry, but they could go ahead and live this wretched life themselves, because he certainly wasn't going to.
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