"Since I have stepped in to handle this matter, I will naturally deliver a fair outcome."
Ye Yuanshan looked at the horrifying scars on Ye Long's body, sighed silently in his heart, then turned his gaze towards Ye Cang, "Ye Cang, what about you?"
"Old... Old Master, I'm the same as Brother Ye Long."
Because of his guilty conscience, Ye Cang appeared slightly nervous, but then he thought, at this point, like an arrow drawn back on a bow, he had no choice but to shoot—he could only follow the same dark path as Ye Long.
Only by doing so, could he possibly avoid family punishment and even make Ye Fan suffer consequences!
Ye Yuanshan, having witnessed a century of prosperity in Huaxia and survived numerous severe crises, had honed his ability to read people to the purity of fire.
Seeing Ye Cang's slight nervousness in answering the question, he was almost certain the problem originated from Ye Cang.
