At Huang Mian's roar, Yan Yijun subconsciously turned back to look at Ye Zhen, who wore an utterly harmless smile, still unable to believe it.
"Seventh Elder, that can't be possible, can it?" Yan Yijun asked instinctively.
"Impossible?"
The moment Huang Mian heard that, fury surged into his head. "Are all you people of the Yan Clan as brainless as you?
If you don't believe this manager, then look at the expressions of your fellow martial artists around you, listen to what they're saying, and see whether I'm lying to you!"
Cursing furiously, Huang Mian flicked his sleeve and shouted, "This old man is truly furious.
Shameful!"
Had Huang Mian not reminded him, it would have been one thing. But once he did, Yan Yijun recalled the piercing laughter and mockery from the martial artists watching nearby.
The fact that the Yan Clan had chosen him as one of the key heirs to nurture among their direct bloodline meant he was no fool. With that single prompt, he understood.
In an instant, Yan Yijun's face turned deathly pale.
"H-How is that possible?" The way he looked at Ye Zhen now carried a trace of fear.
Huang Mian had already made it so plainly clear that Yan Yijun believed him. That question had merely slipped out as an instinctive doubt.
"Are you not embarrassed enough already? Move!" It was Yan Wulou, his face iron-blue, who roared those words.
Having lost face before so many fellow martial artists and then been rebuked by Huang Mian of the Huang Family, one of Myriad Stars Tower's five great clans, Yan Wulou could no longer keep up appearances.
Yan Yijun, meanwhile, glared venomously at Ye Zhen. "Ye, one day, I will kill you with my own hands!"
Yet Ye Zhen mercilessly mocked him. "One day?