Old Master Ye shuddered all over, and his clouded eyes couldn't help but brighten up. Fang Yu's figure stood quietly in front of him, like a lighthouse in the darkness, giving him endless hope.
"Fang... Fang Yu?" Old Master Ye's heart surged with emotion.
Ye Wenjun's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Fang Yu—
What exactly gave him such strong confidence?
Was it the formidable strength he had just displayed?
...
Seeing the excited Great Grandfather, Ye Wenjun quickly steadied him.
The old master took a step forward and straightened his clothes. In his youth, he was a man of dignity; in his old age, he was a man of face. His head could be severed, blood could flow, but his bloodshed could not be lost!
His eyes fiercely determined, he said, "Good! Fang Yu, I indeed did not misjudge you! The Fang Family, with young people like you, will surely restore its glory one day!"
