At the Ye Castle, a messenger hawk flew in.
Ye Zhantian's expression changed drastically as he read the message in the letter. He
passed the letter to Ye Changxuan.
"What are we going to do, Sixth Uncle?" Ye Zhantian was anxious. The Ye Clan had grown tremendously from their olden days in terms of power yet they were far from mighty to battle a force like the Second-rank Prince of Donglin.
