Xuanxiao was in an excellent mood. He carried a sword in one hand and dragged Ye Qingyu along with the other, while Zi Wuji followed behind him, bowing and scraping. He looked just like a bandit king returning victorious. He wasn't worried that Ye Qingyu would escape. Although the little girl was stubborn, after witnessing his methods, she probably wouldn't dare act rashly.
"I'm saying, your Ye Family doesn't look like much, does it? Hmm, I'll wipe you out later." Xuanxiao sauntered to the entrance of the Ye Family, kicked open the vermilion gate, and shouted inside, "You old bastards, hurry up and come out with the ransom! If you're too late, I'll burn this lousy estate to the ground!"
The corner of Zi Wuji's mouth twitched. This Ancestor was truly audacious. The Ye Family was one of the foremost cultivation clans within a hundred miles, and the family head, Ye Canglan, was an absolutely ruthless man who killed without batting an eye. If he found out that his precious granddaughter had been treated this way, he would probably tear Xuanxiao apart and swallow him alive.
"I'm saying, Curator, perhaps we should keep a lower profile..." Before Zi Wuji could finish, Xuanxiao shot him a glare that silenced him.
"Shut up, you good-for-nothing! How many times have I told you? You have to be imposing and arrogant. Understand?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce sword aura descended from the sky and shot straight toward Xuanxiao's face. Xuanxiao reacted extremely quickly, his figure flashing as he barely dodged it.
"What rat dares to run wild in my Ye Family?!"
An old man dressed in a cyan robe, with completely white hair and beard, descended from the sky. His eyes flashed like lightning as he scanned the surroundings, finally landing