Hearing Wang Yue's name, Ye Yu froze. He had not expected Wang Xiong to be Wang Yue's older brother.
If Wang Xiong learned that Ye Yu had severed one of Wang Yue's hands, who knew how he would react.
But thoughts were just thoughts. Ye Yu was not foolish enough to go looking for trouble himself.
After three rounds of wine and five flavors of dishes.
Amid clinking cups and exchanged toasts, dinner came to an end. Wang Xiong was already thoroughly drunk and grabbed Ye Yu, insisting that they become sworn brothers.
But the next moment, a crying shout suddenly came from outside.
"Brother Wang, Brother Wang, I beg you, save my son."
At those words, Wang Xiong and Ye Chenxiang's expressions changed. Then they fell silent, remaining unmoved no matter how the person outside cried and pleaded.
Ye Yu frowned at the sight. With a wave of his hand, a Mysterious Light Mirror appeared before the three of them.
The scene reflected in the mirror was precisely what lay outside.
Outside, an old man was kneeling before the thatched cottage and weeping. Behind him stood a pale-faced young man. It was clear that the young man seemed to be riddled with illness.
"What's going on?" Ye Yu asked.
Ye Chenxiang sighed. "That is Old Chen from the village, and the one behind him is his son. Little Chen has contracted a serious illness. He probably does not have many days left."
"Brother Wang, this old man begs you. I know you were once a cultivator. My son's illness is nothing in your eyes. Please, grant us some medicine. He is my only son. I cannot just watch him die..."
Ye Yu did not know what it felt like to be called big brother by an old man, but