(1) A hint of disdain flashed in Qin Biao's eyes. At this moment, no matter Ye Fan's clothing, posture, or the look in his eyes, there was no trace of a master's bearing. He looked like a second-gener...Ye Qingcheng Yan Wuque thought back to the day when he and his troops clashed with Ye Qingcheng and his Ninth Squadron. In the end, it was the two old masters of the Ye and Yan families who intervened, calming the situation down. At the time, he didn't think much of it, nor did Ye Qingcheng take it to heart. Now, however, he realized he had underestimated this unseen opponent; he was quite a person indeed.

Yan Wuque's heart was filled with anger, and he punched the table with a fist. The red wood table dented under his strike.

Footsteps echoed from behind, and Yan Wuque hurriedly turned his head to see Yan Xiaote standing behind him with his hands clasped.

Yan Wuque hurriedly stood up and said, "Grandpa, how did you get here"

Looking at the newly formed dent, Yan Xiaote sighed and pulled Yan Wuque to stand beside him. He said solemnly, "Wuque, don't you feel like we lost unfairly this time"

"If it weren't for this upcoming change of leadership, my Ninth Legion wouldn't be able to make an appearance. Otherwise, we might not have lost to Ye Qingcheng!" Yan Wuque really wanted to stay silent, but he couldn't help but speak his mind, especially in front of his grandfather. He didn't need to hide anything at all.

Yan Xiaoti shook his head, "You're wrong, Wu Que. You're wrong, and even Grandpa was mistaken. We lost deservedly this time because Ye Fan is currently at the Ye residence."

Yan Wuque heard his grandfather say this and was uncertain, "Grandfather, do you mean that this time it wasn't Ye Qingcheng who suddenly changed his personality, but Ye Fan behind the scenes giving him advice"

"Although it's not certain, it's highly likely," Yan Xiaoti smiled wryly.

Another punch slammed onto the table, Yan Wuque suddenly realized, "No wonder we failed this time, it turns out he was supporting Ye Qingcheng behind the scenes."

Suddenly, a surge of anger welled up in his chest. "Could this Ye Fan be destined to be my eternal enemy, Yan Wuxue Why does he always have to meddle in my affairs" Yan Wuxue thought to himself, "I swear I won't rest until I kill him!"

"Perfect! You're starting to lose your composure!" Yan Xiaoti solemnly looked at Yan Wujie, reminding him sternly.

Yan Wuque was taken aback. He didn't expect that upon hearing Ye Fan's name, he would lose his composure without realizing it. This was a major taboo for soldiers. It seemed that what his grandfather said was right; despite practicing art for so long, his cultivation of temperament still hadn't made much progress.

He forced himself to calm down and tried hard to think about this matter. Indeed, if he knew Ye Fan was operating behind the scenes, he definitely wouldn't have been so careless. At least when he received news of the Wujg being mobilized for the first time, he would have taken some action. He had indeed been a bit careless.

Fortunately, they are hiding behind the scenes this time and haven't been exposed. Otherwise, all their efforts over the years would have been in vain...

Thinking of this, Yan Wuque broke out in a cold sweat. But how could Ye Fan appear at the Ye family And how did he become partnered with Ye Qingcheng

This left Yan Wuque perplexed. Suddenly, a spark of insight flashed in his mind, and he jumped to his feet. "Grandfather, could it be that Ye Fan... has already returned to the Ye family"

Yan Xiaoti finally felt a bit relieved. Wu Que, despite his rage, managed to force himself to calm down, and the fact that he could come up with this in such a short time shows that he is still very thoughtful.

Our informant within the Ye family just sent word: Ye Fan has officially returned to the fold and is now on good terms with Ye Qingcheng, referring to each other as siblings. Ye KIngda's plans are doomed to fail.

Yan Wúqiè frowned, a hint of worry in his voice. "If they join forces, dealing with the Ye family will be much more troublesome."

Yan Xiaoti laughed heartily and said in a dismissive tone, "They are just two little boys. They aren't even a threat yet. What I'm most worried about is another person from the Ye family."

"Who" Yan Wuque asked alertly.

The Ye Family Law Enforcement Hall was located in the Huangyuan of Jiuli Courtyard. No wonder no one had noticed its existence during normal times. Since the time of the old Patriarch, this place had been strictly forbidden to anyone who wasn't a member of the Ye family. And among those who were members of the Ye family, very few knew about this place, so it had never been mentioned by anyone.

Ye Fan was able to find this Enforcement Hall because after he came out, he saw one of the two Enforcement disciples. He reckoned that it should be Ye Benkong who specially asked him to wait here for himself.

He must surely know to come to the law enforcement hall himself Ye Fan thought to himself, but still, he came to this courtyard with that person.

This courthouse clearly retains the architectural style of the last era, with no trace of modernization. The entire courtyard is devoid of power lines or light bulbs. There are no leather sofas or Italian swivel chairs – it's entirely old-fashioned.

Ye Fan entered this courtyard and suddenly felt as if he had been transported back to the Xia Kingdom decades ago.

At this moment, in the hall of the Enforcement Office, Ye Benkong knelt on a bamboo mat, constantly sipping tea from his cup.

"Master." The person who led Ye Fan saw Ye Benkong and bowed.

Yeban nodded and the man left, closing the grand hall doors behind him.

Ye Fan noticed that the doors here were all made of ancient wooden doors, very old-fashioned. He wasn't sure if they were renovated to be archaic or had been passed down from that time.

The hall was without electric lights, but the illumination was not dim. Four large kerosene lamps were placed in each corner, their flickering flames casting a distinctly classical ambiance.

"Sit." Yeběn Kōng didn't raise his head to look at Yè Fán, he just said faintly. His attitude was neither warm nor cold, leaving people guessing what he was thinking.

"Sit" Ye Fan looked around, where was there a stool here

Ye Fan thought for a moment, and learned Ye Benkong's posture, kneeling on the cool stone, his movements were still graceful.

This way of drinking tea should be the island country's tea ceremony, when he was in Lishan, the old man had taught him once. It's just been a long time since he's enjoyed tea this way, and he's lost touch.

Ye Benkong glanced at Ye Fan, "You know about tea ceremony too"

"Just a superficial understanding, all show and no substance. It's just for appearances, to pretend to be cultured and refined, like putting on airs to impress women. But it's not genuine." Ye Fan said half jokingly to break the slightly oppressive atmosphere.

It was clear that the target of his joke didn't find it funny. Ye Benkong frowned, seemingly unsatisfied with Ye Fan's response.

Ye Fan's eyelids twitched. How could he forget that Ye Benkong was a cultivator How could he talk to him about picking up girls Wouldn't that be too disrespectful

His face flushed a little, Ye Fan forced a smile and said, "But I think drinking tea is just drinking tea, why make it so complicated Just say this tea makes sense, wouldn't it be more comfortable to let Zhang Dizi sit down These islanders are really strange. They obviously learned the tea-making techniques from our great Xia Empire, and after going back, they added some fancy things in it, and they boasted that it was their culture. They even applied for something like 'tea culture' as their creation. It's really embarrassing for those who truly have knowledge..."

Ye Fan began to talk endlessly, trying to cover up his just-committed faux pas.n, after all, they were 520. He quickly hugged Luo Xueyan's body and walked upstairs. 。Perhaps because of the medicine's effect, Luo Xueyan said in a more dazed manner: "It's so hot! Hurry up and..."...