Upon hearing Huang Mian's shout, Yan Yijun instinctively looked back at Ye Zhen, who wore an innocent smile, still finding it hard to believe.
'Seventh Elder, this is impossible, right?' Yan Yijun instinctively asked.
'Impossible?'
Hearing this, Huang Mian immediately flared up, 'Are all the people of the Yan family as brainless as you?
If you don't believe my words, look at the expressions of the surrounding fellow martial artists, listen to their voices, see if I am deceiving you?'
Snapping, Huang Mian fiercely waved his sleeve and scolded, 'You truly infuriate this old man.
Shame on you!'
Without Huang Mian's reminder, Yan Yijun recalled the scornful laughter of the martial artists watching nearby.
He was chosen by the Yan family as a key figure for training in the direct lineage because he was smart, realizing the truth in an instant.
In a flash, Yan Yijun's face turned deathly pale.
