"No, no, this is absolutely impossible!" Ye Wudao's body trembled uncontrollably.
Ye Wudao couldn't believe it!
The rumored master of Beiwang Hall was actually his own father—Ye Zhanbei!
This joke was too big!
"Young Master, this is true! I have followed Beiwang for many years, and he often mentioned you to us servants. You are the sole pride in Beiwang's heart!" the long-haired middle-aged man spoke.
"And who are you?" Ye Wudao's eyes fixed sternly on the long-haired middle-aged man.
"I am Gu Chen, one of Beiwang's personal servants..." the long-haired middle-aged man spoke.
Ye Wudao fell silent.
It turns out he had joined Beiwang Hall by mistake, receiving the Beiwang Order, the Beiwang Blade.
It looked like an incredible coincidence.
In the end, everything was arranged by fate or the dark!
"Why did he always conceal it from me?" Ye Wudao clenched his fists.
Why!
Father, why didn't you tell me earlier!
