In the grand hall, Ye Chen's body was shaking violently, his eyes turning blood-red as if he was a beast that had lost its reason.
In his mind, the image of a middle-aged man appeared.
This middle-aged man was extremely burly, with a thick beard, resembling a Divine Lion that commanded respect without anger.
He was Ye Chen's grandfather, Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan was a rare genius of the Divine Spirit Family's Ye Clan, with an extremely fiery temperament, who had once exterminated many powerful enemies for the Ye Clan, earning countless meritorious deeds.
In the eyes of the world, he was a terrifying Iron-blooded War God.
But in Ye Chen's eyes, he was an immensely kind elder.
From the moment Ye Chen was born, he had always cherished him, spending time with him whenever he could.
Thus, whenever Ye Chen thought of his grandfather, his heart would feel warm.
But now, the black-clad girl was telling him that his grandfather was in trouble.
This made his heart plunge into an icy abyss.
