Seeing the reactions of these people, Ye Xuan couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He didn't have the leisure to teach all these people a lesson, that would be too unreasonable.
"You," he addressed the group, "tell your Elder Wen to discipline his grandson properly. If I catch him misbehaving again, it won't be a pleasant conversation."
Ye Xuan cast a glance at the Yin Hall Disciples, then withdrew his gaze, speaking indifferently.
"Yes, yes."
The group hurriedly nodded in agreement. However, they secretly cursed inwardly. Ye Xuan had beaten Wen Ziyu to a pulp, nearly crippling him. And he still called that being polite?
Moreover, Ye Xuan's words were rather arrogant. Elder Wen was, after all, an elder of the Yin Hall. Ye Xuan had beaten up his grandson and left such an almost threatening message. He clearly didn't put Elder Wen in his eyes. It would be strange if Elder Wen didn't explode in anger.