For those major forces harboring ill intentions toward the Ye family, infiltrating them is, from the looks of it, extremely easy.
Ye Lingtian clenched his fists, and the thought of the Ye family falling to such a state filled his heart with sorrow.
The two of them entered a room to rest, each sitting cross-legged to cultivate, waiting quietly for the ancestral worship to commence.
On the ninth level of the pagoda, all the high-ranking members of the Ye family had already departed, leaving only the three faction leaders: Ye Ziming, Ye Zigeng, and Ye Xueqing, still seated on their meditation mats.
"Brother Ziming, you are so concerned about that descendant of the Ye family who ascended from the low-level martial plane, why not call him up here to meet with us? If he's a promising talent, it would be worthwhile for our Ye family to cultivate him," Ye Zigeng asked seemingly casually.
The elderly woman Ye Xueqing's eyes were as calm as an ancient well, and she did not speak.
