At the sound of that voice, Yu Zhongyue and the others stiffened, rooted to the spot like clay statues.
Yu Luoyue and Yu Jiaojiao, who had been fighting, also tensed up and hurriedly stopped, each retreating a few steps.
Footsteps sounded as a white-haired, white-bearded old man in black slowly entered the courtyard, supported by a middle-aged man.
"Greetings, Grandfather."
The moment all the young people in the courtyard saw the old man in black, they became visibly nervous and hurriedly bowed.
This old man in black was none other than the Yu Family's ancestor, Yu Hailong.
Though gravely injured, he still carried himself with imposing dignity, giving off an air of invincibility.
It could be said that this old master Yu had built the Yu Family's century-long foundation with his own hands, and all the younger generation in this courtyard were his blood descendants.
"Why are you bullying Yu Luoyue again?"
Yu Hailong's expression was frosty, his gaze sharp as lightning as he barked, "Slap yourselves!"
Smack! Smack!
Without hesitation, Yu Jiaojiao and the others began swinging their palms at their own cheeks. For a time, crisp slaps rang throughout the small courtyard.
"Thank you, Grandfather."
Seeing Yu Hailong stand up for her, Yu Luoyue's eyes immediately reddened.
Yu Hailong slowly walked over, stretched out a large hand, and gently patted Yu Luoyue's shoulder. "Child, as long as Grandfather is alive, I will not let anyone bully you as they please."
At this sight, Yu Jiaojiao, Yu Zhongyue, and the others shot looks of jealousy and hatred from their eyes.
Inside the room.
Chen Changming swept the courtyard with his divine sense. Seeing this scene, he understood that the conflict among the Yu Family's younger generation had already reached an irreconcilable point.
If Yu Luoyue could not rise to