Threat!

After listening to Chu Feilong, Ye Wubo frowned. One could almost scrape off a layer of frost from Ye Wubo's face.

"Chu Feilong, are you kidding me?" Ye Wubo looked at Chu Feilong ruthlessly with ghastly fires beaming in his eyes, saying, "You said… a child who had his cultivation abolished, hadn't been at home for 18 years, and didn't have any foothold in the clan, have become an obstruction of your plan? Do you think that I'm a fool?"

Chu Feilong sighed deeply and said helplessly, "Thirteenth master, I know you won't believe, but… the truth is so."

Ye Wubo frowned tightly, and the ghastly fire in his eyes started to flicker. After a long time, he then asked, "That kid… is your nephew? He's called Chu Yang?"

Chu Feilong nodded and said, "That kid is really… cunning. And he's merciless and refuses to recognize his relatives!"