In the gathering darkness, Ye Feng Yu kneeled in front of the ancestors' tablet, wearing only a piece of inner garment.
The thin robe was badly torn and ripped.
Ye Qing Luo could tell it was the marks of the whip.
There was a momentary flare of anger in her face...
Her brother was kneeling on broken tiles!
The sharp fragments of the rough tiles pierced through the skin of the young man, causing blood to ooze out and flowed through the tiny cracks, staining the floor.
How dare those people use such cruel measures to deal with her brother!
"Get up!" She exclaimed in a cold tone as she stepped forward.
"Sister..." His pale face gave a grimace of pain as he bit his lip and shook his head uttering, "Father said that he would forgive you if I kneel here for a day and night."
"Get up!" Ye Qing Luo repeated coldly, as she gave him a hard stare.
Ye Feng Yu opened his mouth, was about to explain himself..
