Speaking, Ye Wudao took out a purple token from his body.
"Wait, Sir, this is the Beiwang Token!" Mr. Zhong shouted.
What?
The face of the elder in the purple robe changed.
Mr. Zhong received the token from Ye Wudao's hand and reverently handed it to the elder in the purple robe.
The elder in the purple robe picked up the Beiwang Token, scrutinized it carefully, and with a look of surprise said, "It really is the Beiwang Token."
"Sir, this child possesses the Beiwang Blade and the Beiwang Token, and his surname is Ye, there is no doubt he is Ye Lingtian's son!" Mr. Zhong said excitedly.
Mo Feixuan said with unmatched joy, "I knew you were not a bad person!"
Ye Wudao also showed a trace of a smile.
"Take your token and get out!" The elder in the purple robe threw the token back at Ye Wudao.
"Grandfather, why?" Mo Feixuan asked with a confused look, "If he is Uncle Ye's son, why won't you save him? With his current condition, if he leaves here, he won't last three days!"