At this moment, in the Ye Family's main hall.
Ye Qingrou's father sat in the seat of honor, a trace of gloom on his face.
Besides Ye Qingrou's father, there were four other figures in the main hall.
Spiritual power surged around the four figures, and every one of them emanated the aura of the Immortal Realm!
"Ye Qingxuan, we aren't negotiating with you. Don't mistake our courtesy for weakness!" one of them said with a cold laugh, his tone brimming with certainty.
"You do nothing and yet want eighty percent of the profits. How is that any different from outright robbery?" Ye Qingxuan snorted coldly, fury churning in his eyes.
"Your Ye Family's Divine Workshop has now spread across nearly the entire Mystic Sky Continent. With such a huge cake before us, it is hard for anyone not to want a bite..."
"It isn't just us. Many great powers have already set their sights on you. Even if we hadn't come, others would have."
"We could have simply taken it by force, but our Palace Master is merciful and is willing to leave you a way to survive..."
At Ye Qingxuan's words, one of the four immediately sneered, his expression full of amusement.
"You go too far! My Ye Family has developed to this day—do you really think there are no powerful experts guarding our clan?"
Hearing this, Ye Qingxuan finally lost his temper. He slammed his palm onto the table beside him and shot to his feet.
As Ye Qingxuan moved, four figures appeared at his side, the auras of the Immortal Realm spreading outward.
Seeing this, the four men did not panic. Instead, smiles appeared on their faces.
"What? Are you four fellow Daoists planning to make enemies of my Heavenly Sacred Palace? Our Palace Master does