Here they come!
Ye Shaoming and the others, seeing Yang Ziji in such a state, couldn't help but smile inwardly.
They were waiting for Yang Ziji to explode in anger — it would be perfect to see Ye Shaohua's hand wasted!
"Brother Ziji, this is the fourth son of Lord Ye..." At this time, the Third Prince had already gotten to know Ye Jin, and therefore he knew a bit about Ye Shaohua, whom he also disliked immensely.
Yang Ziji waved away the Third Prince's hand, his face flushed with excitement, completely ignoring the Third Prince.
Ye Qingweng watched, his mind going blank.
It's over!
He thought.
Meanwhile, the other noble disciples closed their eyes, thinking to themselves that the young general was still as bloodthirsty as ever.
However, after waiting a long while, they did not see Yang Ziji draw his sword.
