Ye Haochuan's words made everyone feel inexplicably strange. If Ye Hao weren't here, just for this disrespectful remark, he would make Ye Haochuan die without a burial place.
"Interesting!" Ye Hao pondered for a while but still couldn't understand the meaning, finally sighed, and surprisingly felt a bit of anticipation.
Then, he turned around and returned to the Yang Family.
Yang Yi glared at Ye Haochuan hatefully, snorted lightly from his nose, and then turned his back to follow inside.
Ye Haochuan walked for several kilometers, almost wandering through the entire Holy City, but still couldn't find a suitable place to heal.
No wonder, the people of Xuanmen and the remaining people from the Holy See are stuck here, and the battle a few days ago added so many injured people, it makes sense that the houses are insufficient.
Damn, I worked hard to come in and help, but I still have to suffer this fate!
