Listening to Yang Rong's words, Ye Mo continued to remain silent.
"Under this heaven, there are a few types of people who would not fear the Dead Soul Royal Family. Either they are prodigies from the Wraith Clan, or they are descendants of some hidden powerful figures. Not long ago, a major news came from Great Wilderness City. A young man not only killed many elite disciples of the Dead Soul Royal Family, but also crippled the Dantian of a direct disciple from the Wraith Clan. If I'm not mistaken, that person should be you, young master."
Yang Rong said with a smile: "Am I right, Ye Xiao, Young Master Ye?"
"Impressive!"
Ye Mo said.
"Since you are Young Master Ye, and dare to offend both clans, it seems you are a descendant of some hidden powerhouse."
