In the grand hall of the Ye Family, a tall and upright figure appeared and knelt before Ye Ao and Xia Wei—it was none other than Ye Chen.
No one had expected Ye Chen to return.
"Ye Chen!"
Many people exclaimed in surprise, clearly shocked and in disbelief at Ye Chen's sudden appearance.
"Chen'er—"
Watching the familiar yet noticeably more determined young man before her, Xia Wei couldn't help but let her tears fall, as if fearing this was all but a dream. But seeing the trace of blood involuntarily leaking from the corner of the young man's mouth, she realized that the earlier strike from the Martial God had fully impacted him and quickly inquired if he was all right.
"Father, Mother, rest assured, this injury is nothing to me." Ye Chen gave a faint smile and wiped away the trace of blood.
"Cough—"
At that moment, the two of them coughed up pitch-black poison blood, the acute poisoning increasingly blurring their consciousness.