He had beaten Ye Zhihua half to death.
In the end, it was Ye Rongyu who stepped forward, pleading with the old master to stop.
"Grandfather, don't be so angry, there's nothing else we could do about it. Uncle didn't want it to be this way either. If you had killed him, our loss would have been even greater. Right now we should focus on how to deal with Shen Zhou," Rong Yu said.
Although Ye Zhihua was often jealous of his eldest nephew, he felt grateful when he heard these words.
He clutched his head and yelled, "Yes, dad, now is not the time for infighting. If you kill me, the family will lose strength. Let's instead figure out how to tackle Shen Zhou!"
Old Master Ye's face was as gloomy as if for a funeral as he threw the dragon-headed walking stick at him with great force.
He then tightly grabbed his grandson's arm.
