Yun Ao gazed at the Dragon-Pattern Rice Field ahead, drew a deep breath, and said, "This Dragon-Pattern Rice Field belongs to our Cloud Family. No one can claim it for themselves!"
"What are you trying to do?" Yun He abruptly turned his head, fixing a fierce gaze on Yun Ao, on his dear nephew.
Yun Ao opened his mouth, and his Lip Spear and Tongue Sword hovered horizontally before him. Then he slowly backed his Flood Dragon Horse away.
"Everyone, come to my side!" After Yun Ao spoke, many scholars and soldiers left the ranks and rushed to join Yun Hu and his son.
Fang Yun frowned slightly. An ominous premonition rose in his heart as he realized a possibility he had never considered before.
"Uncle, you've grown old." Seated on horseback, Yun Ao looked calmly at Yun He, without the slightest trace of emotion in his eyes.
Yun He said grimly, "Yun Ao, do you know that defying your superior is a crime punishable by death?"
Yun Ao smiled. "Uncle, you intend to bury the Cloud Family, so naturally, I must stop you. I am certainly not defying my superior. I came bearing documents personally written by seven family elders, as well as documents from the City Lord Residence." As he spoke, Yun Ao took a stack of documents from inside his robe and held them up for everyone around him to see.
"What do those documents say?" Yun He's gaze was icy, and veins stood out on his forehead.
Yun Ao said, "The seven family elders, together with me, a Metropolitan Graduate, make eight people-more than sixty percent of the elders. With the documents from the City Lord Residence as well, I am granted full authority over the disposition of the Dragon-Pattern Rice, and family head Yun He