The one who spoke was a youth. He subconsciously followed, flanked by several others, each with an incredibly terrifying aura.
"Yi'er, you must have seen it wrong," a middle-aged man said, suddenly blocking Ye Yi's path with arrogant confidence. "Our Ye Family ranks fourth among the Ten Clans. Even if Ning Xuan is reckless and bold, he wouldn't dare lay a hand on one of us!"
Ye Yi turned to look at the figure receding into the distance, his expression puzzled. Then, a change came over his eyes, giving rise to the Double Pupil.
He had directly used a Pupil Skill. The middle-aged man wanted to stop him, but it was already too late.
This is bad, he thought, already trying to figure out how to dissuade his son. After all, the grand competition of the Ten Clans was imminent, and Ye Yi was qualified to vie for the top three—or even first place! This was absolutely not the time for unforeseen complications!
