"It doesn't matter if you believe me or not. I'm still a descendant of the Ye family. As for why I'm stronger than you, you should ask your master."
Ye Junlin's pupils suddenly constricted.
"Is this matter related to my master?"
"That's right. Your master did not place all his hopes of killing Lu Xiaoran on you. From the moment he began to create you, he had also nurtured me."
In other words, I'm your substitute. At the same time, I'm also your master's last hope. "
"This is impossible!"
Ye Junlin clenched his fists tightly, and his nails were stained with dark red blood because they were deeply embedded in his palm.
"It's impossible for my master to do this to me."
"Watch your tone. You were created by your master. Do you really think he is obligated to report to you his every action?"
Ye Chen let out an extremely disdainful ridicule. His tone was as if he was looking at a kindergarten child.
