Liu Ying was stunned.
Ye Xuan did not say much either.
Whether it was the Holy Mansion behind the Wang Family or the Martial Arts Zhao Family, they were destined to be Ye Xuan's enemies. Born to be foes, Liu Ying could only be considered a catalyst in this, hastening a war that was bound to happen sooner or later.
"Holy Mansion."
"Zhao Family."
Ye Xuan squinted, his pitch-black eyes revealing a sharpness more penetrating than blades and swords.
The heavy rumbling echoed, and inside the cabin, the gentle voice of the stewardess broadcasted, reminding passengers to fasten their seatbelts and turn off their phone signals.
The plane soared into the sky, heading straight for the clouds.
Ye Xuan turned to look at the enchanting night view outside the window, a nostalgic smile at the corner of his mouth.
It's been over a week since the trip to Yanzi City, and truth be told, he did miss his lovely wife at home.
Honey, I'm home!
...
Late at night, at the Wang Family.
