"Nothing... nothing. Grandpa is happy for you." With that, Ye Zhentian turned to look at Ye Yu, who stood there without moving.
Ye Yu naturally did not care much for the two men's performance. At that moment, his gaze was fixed on one person—Yun Cong.
That alchemist from the Myriad Dynasty whom he had met once in the Phoenix Dynasty, the one who had told him about Wei Qionghua.
Because of the intelligence back then, Ye Yu had let down his guard and had not kept an eye on him during the journey. Looking at it now, this fellow might have secretly met with Ye Zhentian.
It seemed that Yun Cong's deliberate approach to him back then had been arranged in advance by Wei Qionghua—or rather, Ye Xuan.
"Grandpa, what's wrong? Why do you keep staring at Imperial Brother?" Ye Xuan asked with a puzzled expression.
"Xiao Yu, don't you have anything to say?" Ye Zhentian asked as he looked at Ye Yu.
"Damn it, shameless bastard! Did he injure it? Is he worthy? It was clearly our Holy Son who did it!" Qing Xuzi roared furiously, his face dark as he rose to his feet.
But Ji Wuming pulled him back.
"What is it, Grand Elder?" Qing Xuzi asked Ji Wuming in confusion.
Ji Wuming merely lifted his chin at him, signaling for him to look at Ye Yu.
Ye Yu merely glanced at Ye Zhentian, then grinned. "I told you at the time. An expert had injured that Void Refinement Stage Blood Demon beforehand. I just never expected that expert to be my imperial brother."
The moment those words fell, even Ye Zhentian, who had already prepared to refute Ye Yu, froze.
Even Ye Xuan wore an expression of utter disbelief. He admitted it just like that? What