轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！It is late autumn now, with withered branches covering the ground. A gust of wind sends a shiver through the air, and the scene is filled with desolation.

Ye Fan couldn't believe his eyes. The man in front of him was actually the head of the Ye family, Ye Wuming. He was the old man's uncle, and because the old man took good care of himself, he didn't look much older than fifty. But Ye Wuming had completely turned white with age. Compared to when Ye Fan first met him, he looked much more decrepit.

Ye Fan at this moment didn't know what taste was in his heart, a certain fiber deep within him seemed to be touched. He knew that if the old man were here right now, he would probably be crying tears of joy...kingly cultivated over the years. 。In front of these eight people, they had absolutely no chance to fight back. 。Perhaps Liu Qing never thought that the power he had cultivated with his own hands woul...