Meng Qianxun slowly descended from the sky. His face, made youthful by his Core Formation, was stern and filled with undisguised killing intent.
"Ye Juming, you are outrageously brazen to declare war on Jinyun Valley for no reason."
Elder Meng's gaze swept down from the sky. Every member of the Ye Clan his eyes fell upon couldn't help but shiver. "So this is how the Ye Clan operates? Such a show of might. You owe me an explanation."
"Meng Qian… no, Elder Meng."
A complex mix of emotions laced Ye Juming's fearful words.
Strictly speaking, the man was his junior. Meng Qianxun had trailed him by decades in every stage, from the start of his Cultivation to Foundation Establishment and all the way to Great Perfection. He had always been one step ahead, keeping the other man suppressed for decades. But he never imagined that Meng Qianxun would actually succeed in his Core Formation.
