A cold moon hung in the night sky.
The occasional gust of chill wind would involuntarily make people tighten their clothing.
After hearing Ye Chenfeng's words, Ye Zhenhong and the others fell into a collective silence. They understood the determination Ye Chenfeng displayed—it matched his style of doing things. However, this was no joking matter, and they did not wish to see Ye Chenfeng adventuring alone.
After about five minutes of heavy silence, Ye Zhenhong, seeing the resolute expression on the face of his grandson, Ye Chenfeng, sighed helplessly and said, "Chenfeng, it seems you are determined to go to the Ancient Martial World. We may stop you tonight, but what about tomorrow, the day after, or in the future? I can agree to let you go to the Ancient Martial World, but you must promise to return safely in two years."
