The silver-haired old man showed a moment of reflection on his face after hearing Ye Wuxiu's words.
He put down the book in his hand, pacing back and forth in his study.
A full minute later, the white-haired old man finally said, "Is this the same Chen Feng from Qianyang?"
"Yes, it's him." Ye Wuxiu nodded.
"Good." The silver-haired elder inhaled deeply, "So it seems the person who sneaked into my Ye Mansion last time was this Chen Feng."
"Big brother, what you are implying is that we should assist the Wuji Sect and those families in eliminating Chen Feng?" Ye Wuxiu probed.
"No, no, no." The silver-haired elder smiled and said, "We can just watch the fight from the sidelines. If Chen Feng can survive this crisis, we can agree to his relationship with Qingqing, even to their marriage. Let Ye Fuyun know, he should keep a close watch on the Imperial Capital, but should not intervene."
"Yes." Ye Wuxiu turned and left.
