A chill shot from the soles of Yue Xiaofei's feet straight to the top of his head!
If that was true, the enemy he faced was not one person, but a vast black web spread over the entire Yue Family!
On the other end of the phone, Zhao Mengsheng waited in silence.
He knew how hard this information would hit a young man not yet twenty.
Xiaofei needed time to absorb it, to think.
Zhao Mengsheng had even prepared himself for Xiaofei to retreat for the time being.
Against an enemy like this, retreat was nothing to be ashamed of.
Preserving his strength and making plans for the long haul was the wisest choice.
But what Yue Xiaofei said next took him by surprise.
"Uncle Zhao."
Yue Xiaofei's voice was calm—too calm for a young man who had just learned such a staggering secret.
"I know. Everything you said is right."
"But five years ago, my dad was framed for 'treason' and locked away in a prison where the sun never shines."
"One hundred and seventeen of our Night Watchers brothers died in the flames on South Mountain. They still haven't gotten justice."
"If I back down now, just because I know how powerful the killers are—"
"Then I don't deserve the name Yue!"
"And I don't deserve to be Yue Changlong's son!"
He paused. His voice was not loud, but every word rang with steely resolve!
"Uncle Zhao, I believe that if my dad were standing in my place today, he'd make the same choice."
"Even if the enemy is the Eight Great Clans!"
"Even if it means taking on the entire world!"
"I'll do it anyway!!!"
The other end of the line fell deathly silent.
Zhao Mengsheng said nothing. Even the sound of his breathing vanished.
Yue