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Ye Xingchen slowly opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through the night, locking onto Ye Nantian. "What troubles you so?"
Ye Nantian took a deep breath, as if weighing his words carefully. "Wang Yilong has joined the Wan Jian Zong."
The Wan Jian Zong was a powerful force, filled with strong warriors, and even had experts from the Feng Hou Realm stationed there. It was indeed a peak that our Ye Family Ancestor could hardly reach. Nantian was worried that if one day Wang Yilong succeeded in his cultivation and came seeking revenge, our Ye Family Ancestor might struggle to withstand him.
After speaking, Ye Nantian cautiously observed Ye Xingchen's expression, fearful that his words might anger this supreme figure of the Ye Family Ancestor. However, there was not a hint of anger on Ye Xingchen's face; instead, a faint smile appeared.
"Nantian, your concerns are not unfounded," Ye Xingchen's voice was calm yet profound. "The Wan Jian Zong is indeed powerful, but our Ye Family Ancestor is not without preparations."
"Do you know? True strong warriors never fear challenges and are not intimidated by their opponents' hollow reputations."
Upon hearing this, Ye Nantian felt a tremor in his heart, his eyes flashing with admiration and confusion. "Ancestor Ye, are you suggesting that despite the presence of Feng Hou Realm experts in the Wan Jian Zong, I still have the strength to fight back?"
Ye Xingchen's words exuded an undeniable confidence. "I have gained much from my recent seclusion. Just follow my instructions; I have my plans."
Hearing this, Ye Nantian's doubts vanished instantly. He respectfully bowed and turned to lead the members of the Ye Family Ancestor away.
Meanwhile, within the Wang Family Mansion, an eerie silence enveloped the place as if even the air had solidified. The news of the family head's death struck like a bolt from the blue, shaking every person's spirit. The younger members of the Wang family were either terrified, furious, or bewildered; more than anything, they were filled with fear and unease.
"How could this happen?" someone murmured in disbelief. "Is the Wang family truly destined to decline?" another spoke pessimistically, their tone laced with deep despair. Yet amidst this atmosphere of hopelessness, some individuals shone with an indomitable spirit.
They knew that the Wang family could not fall like this; otherwise, their ancestors' glory and the family's future would be reduced to mere illusions. Thus, deep within the Wang family, a secret meeting quietly convened. The participants were all elites and wise men of the Wang family, discussing strategies and arranging for promising younger members to escape in secret.
In the dimly lit city lord's mansion, candlelight flickered, casting shadows on Lord Feng Wuyah's calm yet imposing face. He closed his eyes in concentration as if isolated from the world but was abruptly awakened by an urgent report from a servant.
"My lord! You must hear this news; it is astonishing!" The servant's voice trembled with fear and disbelief.
Feng Wuyah furrowed his brow, his gaze sharp as it pierced through the darkness towards the servant. "Is what you say true? Ye Family Ancestor Ye Xingchen has really broken through to the Celestial Realm? And even more so—he killed the Wang Family Head with a single sword?"
The servant quivered, nearly collapsing to his knees. "It is true, my lord! I witnessed it myself—Ye Xingchen clad in white like snow, his sword light like a dragon; with just one strike, the Wang Family Head was reduced to nothingness. The entire Wang Family Mansion is engulfed in terror."
Upon hearing this, Feng Wuyah's expression grew serious as he contemplated deeply. He slowly rose to his feet and stood with hands clasped behind him, gazing out into the endless night as if trying to see through the world's shifting tides. "A storm is brewing," he murmured softly yet firmly.
He understood that Ye Xingchen's breakthrough not only signified the rise of Ye Family Ancestor but also foretold a seismic shift in Feng Lei City's landscape. The atmosphere in the city lord's mansion suddenly grew tense.
Feng Wuyah realized he must prepare for what was coming and ensure stability for the city lord's mansion amidst this impending storm. He summoned trusted aides to begin plotting countermeasures, vowing to secure the foundation of the city lord’s mansion during this approaching tempest—a scenario unfolding across various families in town as well.
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