But Ji Yiyuan waited and waited, a full hour passed with no sign of Ji Yihang and the others, and he finally ran out of patience.
"Dad, is Ji Yihang not coming?" Beside him, Ji Yundong glanced at the time, "We have to go now. Professor Yan has already gone to the door; we can't keep the people from the Main House waiting any longer."
Entering the Ancient Martial World required a passage permit, which they didn't possess; only someone from the Main House could lead them in.
"Let him come if he will," sneered Ji Yiyuan, "After all, it's not my father-in-law who's dying. When the old man kicks the bucket, we'll just spread the word through the Ji Family."
"Claiming he's so preoccupied with his career that he doesn't even care about his father-in-law's death, you'll see. Once his reputation is tarnished in the Ji Family, he's doomed sooner or later."
That was Ji Yiyuan's second move.
Because such things had happened in the past.
