Ye Fengsheng still did not raise his head, nor did he say a word. Clearly, he did not believe them.
The older man in the old-fashioned black robe then said, "If we wanted to kill you, why would we join hands with Pei?"
Ye Fengsheng calmly replied, "If I were buried here, Ye Wenren would not let it rest."
With a cold snort, the elder with black hair spoke indifferently, "In that case, have you already concluded that we have partnered with the Pei clan to rob you?"
With just one word, the atmosphere in the entire hall began to change. Sweat soaked his vest from the chill.
When he heard that Ye Fengsheng was leaving home, he came to consult the elders. How could he not be worried about Ye's inheritance? Although not humble or arrogant, each of his words carried the weight of responsibility!
He pondered thousands of times in his heart.
