At the evening, the disciples of the Ye family finished their cultivation and were resting.
"Brother Ye Fan, let's go to the back mountain and practice our sword skill." As soon as Ye Fan stood up, Xin Dong'er ran over and asked sweetly.
Although the Ye family was a family, they did not only teach their own juniors. Usually, they would also recruit some children with outstanding talent.
Hearing Xin Dong'er call him, Ye Gan shook his head and said, "I want to cultivate alone."
Without waiting for Xin Dong'er to speak, a man wearing a dark green golden crane cloak turned his head and said disdainfully, "Humph, you don't know how to appreciate favors. How dare you put on airs. You piece of trash."
Standing on the tree and observing the current situation, Jiang Beiran could not help but smile. "That's more right it, keep going!"
Ye Fan glanced at the man. His eyes filled with anger.
