"Since Sister insists, then your little brother will let you vent your anger."
Chen Changsheng said with a guilty look.
"Kill that little bastard."
The beautiful woman patted her son's shoulder, then leaned close to his ear and whispered.
A dangerous glint flashed through Chen Changsheng's eyes as he nodded lightly.
The beautiful woman then glanced at Shangguan Wanyu in the distance before turning and leaving.
She left this place to her own son.
"I think we should make room for these two as well."
Ye Lin narrowed his eyes at Chen Fan in the distance. Chen Fan looked at his son and daughter, then nodded lightly. Changsheng presumably knew where to draw the line.
More importantly, he still could not fathom Ye Lin's background. He had long since secretly mobilized the power of the Heavenly Dao, stirring the threads of Destiny to investigate Ye Lin's origins.
As long as it was a living being from the Fantasy Continent, he could uncover it. He wanted to see just what the young man before him truly was.
"Sister, come on. I'll give you three moves. Attack as you please. So long as it helps you vent your anger, even taking a beating would be worth it for your little brother."
"I ask for nothing else. I only hope that after this, Sister can let go of the resentment in her heart."
Chen Changsheng stood where he was with his hands behind his back and called out loudly.
Seeing this, the crowd below all revealed satisfied smiles at Chen Changsheng. They had long heard that Chen Fan possessed a Qilin son, and now that they saw him for themselves, he truly was extraordinary.
At merely a hundred years old, he had already stepped into the Great Illusion Sect realm. Moreover, he was