"Is it all Mr. Ye's doing?"
Ye Liuying chewed on these words as his absent-minded gaze gradually cleared.
"One can imagine how surprised those clansmen must be."
"It's more than surprise," Ye Hanjun laughed.
"The flames of jealousy are burning fiercely, which is only natural."
"Hmm." Ye Liuying tapped his chin with an index finger, a contemplative look in his eyes.
"Then tell me, should we make them suffer right away, or keep a low profile for a while, bide our time, and then give them an even bigger surprise?"
"Is there even anything to discuss?"
Ye Hanjun arched an eyebrow, having already made up his mind.
"If you return to the family now, at most you'll gain a high-rank Death Servant and a large supply of heavenly treasures and earthly treasures."
"We have enough of those for the moment; it's not that urgent."
"On the contrary, if you keep a low profile, you'll have a chance to play the pig to eat the tiger during the dragon-hunting competition."
