Yang Yun'er really didn't understand her grandfather's way of thinking. In her mind, even though Chen Feng might be exceptionally strong, when compared to all the major hidden god clans, he would only be considered above average at best. How could he propel the Yang Family into the top three of the hidden god clans?
Yang Yun'er truly didn't understand, but seeing how serious her grandfather was, she knew this wasn't the time to argue with him—doing so would only bring trouble upon herself.
"Grandfather, I will do my best to make him forgive me," Yang Yun'er said softly.
"Not try your best, you must," the grandfather insisted. "Yun'er, just you wait and see, it won't only be us wanting to woo Chen Feng. Other hidden god clans will surely try to gain his favor too. He is a prodigy, a rarity in ten thousand years; we absolutely cannot let another family take him away."
Yang Jing's expression was grave.
