Central Region, Ye Spirit Mountain.
The night was black as ink, with only a few green lamps hanging sparsely on the mountain. The occasional cries of beasts broke the stillness of the night.
At that moment, before the Ye Family's council hall, a formation spirit barrier appeared, revealing a massive gateway.
The next instant, several streaks of spiritual light swept past like meteors, and quite a few cultivators also shot up into the air.
When the spiritual light dispersed, it clearly revealed Ye Xingliu, Ye Qingfeng, and the others.
Ye Jingyu was still in seclusion, and with the Central Region needing more and more manpower, Ye Xingliu had also gradually begun taking responsibility for this side.
"There's news. Send a message and ask Second Great-Uncle to come over," Ye Xingliu said. Excitement hid in his eyes, along with a cautious look.
Behind the two of them stood another cultivator dressed in azure robes.
These robes were entirely different from the Ye Family's Daoist robes; in fact, they were even somewhat different from the attire of certain forces in the Central Region.
But this cultivator was a member of the Ye Family.
A hundred years ago, the Ye Family had already arranged for clan members to go out and temper themselves, and afterward, the Ye Family had continued to preserve the tradition of such journeys.
The person before them was none other than Ye Yunfeng of the Ye Family's Yun generation.
Although he was of the Yun generation, he was not very old, only just over a hundred years old now.
His cultivation had already reached the peak of the mid-stage Purple Palace, and he was not far from breaking through to the late-stage Purple Palace.
Of course, this speed did not count as fast progress in the Ye Family.
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