n had already seen that when He Er's fist landed on him, the attention of the iron-headed man was completely focused on him. And his hand holding the dagger unconsciously moved to the side, but it was...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... a secluded courtyard in ancient timesYe Fan didn't believe her words, but no matter how much he tried to persuade her, Jiang Xue refused. Ye Fan was helpless, and at that moment, a distant siren soun...