C345 Holy King White Night

"Are you Ye Mingyang?" A dignified and imposing voice was heard. A middle-aged man was sitting in the main hall. His clothes were very gorgeous, but he had a kind of imposing manner that one could not express one's anger.

"That's right. I am Ye Mingyang. I wonder why you are looking for me today." Although this man was extremely dignified, Ye Mingyang wasn't afraid at all