Hearing her grandfather's tremulous and guilt-ridden voice, Ye Qiu's heart felt as if it was tightly seized by an invisible hand. Her grip on the phone tightened uncontrollably, her knuckles turning white from the force.
"Grandfather, what's wrong? What happened?"
Ye Qiu's voice was urgent and anxious, her tension and unease spreading like a tide through her words.
Even though she had left the Ye Family, the blood of the Ye Family flowed hotly through her veins, and her deep bond with her grandfather since childhood made it impossible for her to be indifferent to his situation.
Mr. Ye took a slow, deep breath, his chest heaving heavily as he tried to calm his turbulent emotions, and then he explained in detail to Ye Qiu about the disaster that had befallen the Ye Family and how the mastermind behind it was the malicious attacks from the Cultivator's Association of the provincial city.
