Qin Shang silently nodded his head.
"How could this be? Do they really want to see the Eastern Dragon fall?" A strong sense of unease welled up in Ye Yinzhu's heart, and his tone immediately became sharp. A fierce aura formed from battles faced off against the opposite side, where Ye Li and Qin Shang simultaneously felt that their grandson was no longer the child who had left the blue sky and sea. The invisible temperament he carried now had much more sharpness and dominance, and even they were shocked by the miserable aura emanating from the depths of his eyes.
"Calm down," Ye Li frowned and commanded, "Both your Grandpa Qin and I advocate for gradual development. But the two of us alone do not have enough persuasive power within the Eight Sects. You must understand that thousands of years of endurance can easily lead to rash actions. Things have already been set in motion, and all we can do is try our best to make up for any insufficiencies."
