Seeing this, Ye Wuhen slapped his thigh heroically. "Haha… Good, as expected of my son. I'm relieved to hear your words. Don't worry, I will definitely personally attend the competition three years later to help you! Let's see how you determine the outcome in one battle and let the world see if my Ye Clan has declined."
Hearing his son's firm determination, the worry in Ye Wuhen's heart was swept away and his mood instantly improved. Regardless of whether Ye Qingxuan could win or not, Ye Wuhen no longer had any regrets based on his determination.
At this moment, on the other side of the hall, in the Yu Clan's team.
The unconscious Yu Wushuang gradually woke up. Realizing that his crushing defeat just now had embarrassed the Patriarch, Yu Wushuang was extremely ashamed. He hurriedly knelt in front of the Patriarch and admitted his mistake. "Patriarch, I'm useless. Please punish me." Yu Wushuang trembled and was no longer as arrogant as before.
