Ye Yan looked up at the plaque of the Holy Son's palace and frowned. He raised his foot and kicked the door.
Bang!
The terrifying force shattered the Red Spirit Mahogany door and the small formation on it.
Ye Yan walked in with his hands behind his back.
A handsome man of similar age to Ye Yan quickly walked out from the door of the palace in front of him.
He was the new Holy Son of the Yanyue Holy Land, Zhao Qingyun.
Seeing Ye Yan looking at him proudly, Zhao Qingyun frowned.
"Ye Yan, how dare you barge into the Holy Son's palace!"
He and Ye Yan were disciples recruited by the Yanyue Holy Land at the same time.
Therefore, Ye Yan was famous, and it was difficult to forget him.
Even though it had been ten years since they last met, he could still recognize Ye Yan at a glance.
"Holy Son's palace?" Ye Yan had a disdainful expression.
