After leaving Zhao Fei's ward, the brows of Yu Fengnian and Yang Yuan grew increasingly furrowed. Yang Yuan said in a low voice, "Old Yu, we must curtail Ye Chenfeng building his own influence. How could Ye Chenfeng, in just about a month, boost the strength of those who were at best mid-tier in the Soldier King Group, or even below average, by so much?"
"Ye Chenfeng surely has a perfect training program in his hands. If we could get Ye Chenfeng to hand over that training program, it would be of great use to us. This time, we absolutely cannot let the Ye whelp slip through our fingers again."
Yang Yuan's piercing eyes sparkled as he slowly clenched his dry palms into fists.
