Elder Brother

The courtyard was silent, everyone secretly sizing up Ye Qiu and guessing at his identity and origins.

To be so arrogant and presumptuous here, with confidence surpassing even those supposedly transcendent great clans.

Yet those looks only made the sweat in Chen Chi and Wen Ning's palms grow thicker.

After all, if anything went wrong, their ends would be exceedingly miserable.

Forget those people—even Chen Chi and Wen Ning wanted to give Ye Qiu a few good whacks right now.

How the hell could he put on such an act?

And put on such a huge act at that?

The main thing was, did he not know who he was?

In the Upper Realm, who did not know his name?

What if someone recognized him? What then?

Just how did he dare?

This suffocating tension reached terrifying heights when the courtyard gate opened again and Captain Lin entered with a group of people.

Chen Chi and Wen Ning clenched their fists nervously and unconsciously edged a little closer to Ye Qiu.

Wen Ning gripped several Thunder Talismans in her palm, ready at any moment to summon heavenly lightning and slaughter in all directions.

At the head of the group stood an old man in a black robe with a great beard. Judging by Captain Lin's humility, this man's status was certainly anything but ordinary.

Beside him walked a youth in a long robe threaded with gold. His brows and eyes brimmed with arrogance—not the arrogance of some rich second-generation heir, but the arrogance of someone who, without even glancing at the crowd, already regarded himself as standing high above them all.

An arrogance carved into his bones.

An arrogance that looked down upon everything beneath heaven.

It was not something deliberately displayed or feigned before others, but an instinct carried