"What do you mean my son Ye Feng agreed to cancel the engagement because he thought he wasn't worthy of Chu Yunshang? This is simply the biggest joke under heaven."
Ye Tianxiong turned to Ye Feng and said coldly, "Feng'er, before all the Grand Elders, your uncles, and the sect elders, tell everyone: at only seventeen years old, having reached sixth on the Integration Ranking and third on the Earth Ranking, do you have the right to marry Chu Yunshang?"
"Your marriage agreement was arranged by your father and your Uncle Heavenly King. You and Yun Shang were childhood sweethearts who grew up together, mutually in love. No matter who dares to stop you, your father will stand behind you."
Yet, to Ye Tianxiong's surprise, after his voice fell, Ye Feng, covered in blood, merely lowered his head. His gaze was dim, and he gave no response for a long while.
Ye Tianxiong's heart sank. Catching a whiff of something amiss, he suddenly roared, "Feng'er, speak!"
Ye Feng slowly raised his head, but rather than looking at Ye Tianxiong, he looked toward Chu Tian. He found Chu Tian staring coldly back at him, one hand raised to his throat in a throat-slitting gesture.
This was the third time Ye Feng had seen that gesture.
The first two times, he had treated Chu Tian's movements as a joke. But now, he was truly afraid, regretting only that he had not woken up to the danger sooner.
He could sense that the main cultivation method of the Supreme Yin Yang Secret Art he cultivated had completely lost its control over Chu Yunshang. Even if he died, Chu Yunshang would not be implicated. Once Chu Tian revealed the truth now, he would undoubtedly die.
Ye Feng understood his own father. To preserve the