A letter floated in the air.
Ye Qingxian was just about to head beyond the heavens and join the battle.
She stopped.
She reached out and touched the space before her. Countless ripples shimmered at her fingertips.
The Seventh Ancestor's dignified voice echoed through the cave abode.
When Ye Qingxian heard the rest, she suddenly laughed.
When people were at a loss for words, they really could laugh in sheer fury.
He wanted her to bring Ye Xiaoyao back to the Lineage to be dealt with, and even magnanimously claimed he was only sparing her the trouble of handling Ye Xiaoyao herself for her sake.
What a fascinating thing to say.
He even wanted to take her three daughters back to the Lineage and raise them there.
The way he put it...
It was as if Ye Xiaoyao would have no place in their lives from then on.
"Beast" wasn't enough to describe this. He simply didn't regard Ye Xiaoyao as a person at all.
A living, breathing tool for bearing children, whose worth vanished as soon as she gave birth.
And once she had no value left, the Ye Family would erase every trace of her.
Ye Qingxian scoffed.
She didn't remember the Ye Family being so devoid of human feeling.
Or was Chi Xi's importance simply irreplaceable?
Had the entire Ye Family lost its head to the point that they had to hurry their most outstanding descendant off to marry him?
Ye Qingxian sneered again.
Other people might not dare to speak his name.
But she, Ye Qingxian, wasn't afraid. It was just the name Chi Xi. So what if she said it?
Legend had it that a dragon bore nine sons.
The eighth was Fu Xi, and the ninth was Chi Wen.
This man was the legendary