of something and continued, "She's the daughter of a powerful person. I reckon a few words from her carry some weight." 。That's right, the day I visited her house, I told Wu Jie a lot more about... 。...It is late autumn now, with withered branches covering the ground. A gust of wind sends a shiver through the air, and the scene is filled with desolation.

Ye Fan couldn't believe his eyes. The man in front of him was actually the head of the Ye family, Ye Wuming. He was the old man's uncle, and because the old man took good care of himself, he didn't look much older than fifty. But Ye Wuming had completely turned white with age. Compared to when Ye Fan first met him, he looked much more decrepit.

Ye Fan at this moment didn't know what taste was in his heart, a certain fiber deep within him seemed to be touched. He knew that if the old man were here right now, he would probably be crying tears of joy... the expressions on everyone's faces became even more serious, or perhaps more worried. 。The three powerful figures present were all silent, but it was clear that they were each carefully considering...