"Fortress Lord Ye, you hit my people. Did you have my permission?"
"You...?" A trace of astonishment flashed through Ye Zhongli's eyes.
Although he had not used his full strength just now, he had genuinely intended to teach this boy a lesson rather than merely put on a show. He had not expected a little girl to lightly deflect his attack—and without leaving a trace.
Even he could not have sensed the fluctuations of Internal Energy around her if he had not experienced it firsthand.
In everyone else's eyes, Fortress Lord Ye had been unwilling to hit his only son and had suddenly withdrawn his hand.
Su Qiao glanced at the people from Gathering of Sages Villa and said arrogantly, "I advise you not to get too worked up, Fortress Lord Ye. At a time like this, you should learn from the Martial Arts Alliance Leader and the others and wait to see how things unfold."
At that moment, a seventy-year-old man frowned as he glanced toward Su Qiao, then suddenly walked up to Ye Shaoxuan. "Shaoxuan, listen to your maternal grandfather. When something must be abandoned, abandon it. Otherwise, endless trouble will follow."
Ye Shaoxuan's cold, hard expression softened slightly. With a hint of apology, he said, "Maternal Grandfather, I can compromise on anything except her. Even if it costs me my life, I cannot take a single step back when it comes to her."
"You..."
The old man had wanted to say something else, but in the end, he only sighed. "Sigh! Why are you just like your mother, so stubborn?"
Back then, his daughter had been the same. She had insisted on marrying that bastard Ye Zhongli, and yet she had died after only two years, leaving behind this frail grandson who had nearly died as an