When Ye Xiwen and Ye Fan emerged from the Ancestor Worship Hall, a commotion rippled through the crowd. Ye Fan in particular became the center of attention. His exchange with Ye Xing earlier had fallen into everyone's eyes and naturally become a dazzling halo around him.
Ye Fan had never left the mountain village before. No matter how formidable his strength was, no one had known of it.
But Ye Xing had long been renowned throughout Qishan and was one of its famous geniuses.
Though they had exchanged only one move, they could more or less tell that Ye Fan was likely no weaker than Ye Xing.
Ye Xiwen felt two gazes, nearly solid in substance, pouncing upon him. He looked up and saw that it was indeed Ye Xing.
Ye Fan sensed Ye Xing's presence as well. He merely grinned smugly, then passed straight by Ye Xing together with Ye Xiwen.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Ye Xing roared furiously.
Only after leaving the bounds of the Ancestor Worship Hall did Ye Fan chuckle. "He's just an illegitimate son. What the hell is he so cocky about?"
Though he was only a disciple of a branch family, Ye Fan clearly did not regard those powerful figures who roamed freely through the Main Family as anything special. Within the Ye Family, bloodline was certainly important, but whoever had greater talent and stronger strength possessed the greater voice.
Yet Ye Xiwen's mind was clearly not on that. He was still thinking over the Hall Master of the Ancestor Worship Hall's words. He had an elder uncle and a younger uncle—his only remaining close relatives now.
Fallen Leaf City!
He had to make a trip there. At the very least, he needed to put this matter to rest!
"Come on, let's