Qingyang Town, Ye Race.
The figures of Ye Cangqian and Ouyang Ruoxue descended one after the other.
Ouyang Ruoxue looked over with her beautiful eyes. Seeing this, Ye Cangqian shook his head.
Ouyang Ruoxue's expression immediately turned colder. "This Yun Zhiruo is going too far! She's interfering in this matter too?!"
Ye Cangqian said nothing. Instead, his gaze fell directly on Ye Yuemei, who stood beside Ye Fenghan not far away. "Your Talent is not bad, and you are one of the Ye Clan People. I will take good care of you in the Cyan Moon Sword Sect in the future."
Hearing this, Ye Fenghan was overwhelmed by the unexpected favor.
His mind instantly started racing, but he didn't let it show. He glanced at his daughter, Ye Yuemei, and thought, 'Girl, your opportunity has come. This Emperor Cangqian is countless times stronger than that Ye Tianling.'
"My Talent is not bad? Who do you think you are? Do I need you to judge my Talent?"
Ye Yuemei said coldly.
