He transmigrated as the Thirteenth Ancestral Shaman of the Wu Clan, crawling naked out of a blood pool. As soon as he figured out who he was, he remembered how the War of the Liches ended. He wrapped himself in a piece of animal hide and dashed out of Pangu Hall, only to run straight into Dijiang.
Dijiang froze. “Thirteenth Brother? Why did you wake up early?”
Ye Kai: “Brother, can we change the script?”
