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For the words of Ji Wuming, Ye Xuan felt a sense of déjà vu.
He remembered, the last person who dared to speak like this should be Wan Wutian, the Grand Elder of the Sword Sect on West Yan Mountain and son of Wan Hai. And then?
Wan Wutian and Wan Hai, both are now resting under their coffin lids.
If Ye Xuan guessed correctly, the green grass on their graves should be ten feet tall by now!
Yes, Ye Xuan had encountered many profligate heirs like Ji Wuming. Ye Xuan very much agreed with what those spoiled brats said.
Since birth, they are elevated, with extremely high status and immense power.
But so what?
Ye Xuan would not back down!
If Ye Xuan were to retreat, he would not have raised his sword to West Yan Mountain, charging in alone.
If Ye Xuan were to retreat, he would not have stormed into the J Tower, seizing numerous secret treasures by himself.
If Ye Xuan were to retreat, would he still be Ye Xuan?
