"M-Master?"
Seeing the Ye Family elders kneeling before Chen Mu and acknowledging him as their master, Ye Chengtian was utterly stunned.
Yet he was absolutely certain he was wide awake and not hallucinating.
His impression of these elders was that, unlike Ye Feng's followers, they were not sharp-tongued, spiteful, and driven solely by profit.
But they were still powerful figures within the Ye Family, not men who would readily bow their heads to anyone, much less kneel.
Even Ye Feng, iron-fisted as he was, could never have achieved this.
He turned his gaze toward Chen Mu, deeply curious about how he had managed it.
In truth, the moment they witnessed Chen Mu kill the Ye Family's Ten Ancestors one after another and then summon them as puppets, they had decided to acknowledge him as their master.
Then they saw Qin Xuanji, the Divine Court's Female Emperor, publicly declare that Chen Mu was her own flesh and blood-the Divine Court's crown prince.
The remaining Ye Family elders became even more determined to follow Chen Mu.
They prayed he would regard them as his servants. Otherwise, once they lost the shelter of this great tree, the Ye Family would have no chance of survival.
Rival lineages would undoubtedly pounce without hesitation like jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards, tearing the weakened, helpless Ye Family to pieces and dividing every last scrap among themselves!
As members of the Ye Family, that was something they absolutely did not want to see.
Even becoming someone else's vassal was better than complete annihilation.
They could only blame Ye Feng and the others for having eyes yet failing to see, seeking their own deaths!
In their hearts, they had already nailed every one of those men to the pillar of shame. Their crimes were unforgivable, deserving the words