Ye Jinghu had his back to Ye Jingyu, and a few tears slipped uncontrollably from his eyes.
Thinking of all the things that had happened in the past, he was so choked with sobs he could barely speak.
And Ye Jingyu, at this moment, did not know how to console him.
Who knew when the wind had risen, blowing the city gate and the stone slabs until they clattered and rang.
Only after a long while did Ye Jinghu speak.
"Fourth Brother, I won't act rashly anymore. The Ye Family is still here, so I still have a chance!"
"But I will definitely avenge Eleventh Brother with my own hands!" Ye Jinghu wiped away his tears with both hands, and his eyes became extraordinarily resolute.
As his words fell, lightning rolled around his body, and true essence surged.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, this was my fault." True Lord Xingyuan and True Lord Xu Huai did not know the Ye Family's purpose, and he had witnessed that scene with his own eyes just now as Ye Jingcheng's Nascent Soul turned into spiritual light and scattered away.
At this moment, he, too, was filled with self-reproach.
"I'll think of a way to make it up to the Ye Family." True Lord Xingyuan had originally wanted to say something, but then he thought of how, just as Nirvana Phoenix and the demon emperor of the Qingqiu clan had said, with Ye Jingcheng dead, the Ye Family was no longer the target of Divine Lord Zhengyuan's support.
And when that time came, how much would he be able to help?
At this moment, he even hated himself a little—why had he not worked harder when he was young?
"Many thanks, Senior Brother Xingyuan!" Ye Jingyu cupped his hands.
Then he cupped his hands as well