"Oh my god, did I just travel through time?"
Qin Yue liked reading novels, and with such a scene and such a situation, if it wasn't time travel, what else could it be?
Of course, he was just joking.
One must believe in science; where would any time travel come from?
"Esteemed master, may I ask what 'time travel' means?"
Ye Ling greeted with a fist and palm salute, but it made Qin Yue smile and couldn't help joking, "Hey, are you cosplaying, or did you just come back from a film set? Didn't even change out of your costume."
"And this sword, wow! The craftsmanship on this scabbard, where did you have it made, little sister? Introduce me to the place."
Qin Yue, coming from a prominent family and a direct heir, had no interest in business but was a huge fan of the anime world and a super otaku.
"Shua!"
A cold light flashed, and Qin Yue felt the chill of the blade against his neck.
"I, I beg your pardon."