Ye Jinghu stood with his back to Ye Jingyu, unable to stop several teardrops from falling from his eyes.
Thinking of everything that had happened in the past, he was too choked with sobs to speak.
Ye Jingyu, meanwhile, did not know how to comfort him.
No one knew when the wind had begun, but it blew against the city gates and stone slabs, making them clatter and rustle.
After a long while, Ye Jinghu finally spoke.
"Fourth brother, I won't act rashly anymore. The Ye Family is still here. I still have a chance!"
"But I will definitely avenge Eleventh Brother with my own hands!" Ye Jinghu wiped away his tears with both hands, his gaze becoming incomparably resolute.
As his words fell, thunderlight surged around him, and his true essence churned.
"Daoist Ye, this was my fault." Xing Yuan True Monarch and Void Embrace True Monarch had not known the Ye Family's purpose. Moreover, he had personally witnessed Ye Jingcheng's Nascent Soul turn into spiritual light and disperse.
At this moment, he was filled with self-reproach as well.
"I will find a way to make it up to the Ye Family." Xing Yuan True Monarch had wanted to say more, but he recalled what Nirvana Phoenix and the Demon Emperor of the Qingqiu Tribe had said. Once Ye Jingcheng died, the Ye Family would no longer be an object of Divine Lord Zhengyuan's support.
And at that time, how much could he truly help?
At that moment, he even hated himself for not working harder when he had been young.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Xingyuan!" Ye Jingyu cupped his hands.
Then he also cupped his hands toward Vermilion Luan and Min Yue in the distance.
"Fellow Daoists, Ye also offers his thanks here!"
"It is a comfort that