directly towards the camp behind him. 。When he finally arrived at the rear camp and returned to Kunka's palace, inside a room surrounded by guards, he looked at Ye Fan. He suddenly took a deep breath...It is late autumn now, with withered branches covering the ground. A gust of wind sends a shiver through the air, and the scene is filled with desolation.

Ye Fan couldn't believe his eyes. The man in front of him was actually the head of the Ye family, Ye Wuming. He was the old man's uncle, and because the old man took good care of himself, he didn't look much older than fifty. But Ye Wuming had completely turned white with age. Compared to when Ye Fan first met him, he looked much more decrepit.

Ye Fan at this moment didn't know what taste was in his heart, a certain fiber deep within him seemed to be touched. He knew that if the old man were here right now, he would probably be crying tears of joy...ouldn't it just tickle themFang Biao's eyes crinkled with amusement, his grip tightening. It was as if he could already see Ye Fan being pulverized under his fist.However, the moment Fang Biao's fist...