"Yun Ce, didn't your mother ever teach you to respect other people's mothers? Didn't she tell you that acting like this could bring insult upon her as well?" Ye Zhen walked directly onto the martial arena and stopped a hundred meters away from Yun Ce.
"Yun Ce, your mother must be quite beautiful, right?" Ye Zhen suddenly asked.
The way Ye Zhen framed the question was somewhat convoluted, and Yun Ce was momentarily taken aback before he subconsciously nodded.
"That makes sense, I was wondering why you look so much like Yun Chongxiao. Yun Chongxiao is your real father, isn't he?"
"Real father?"
Upon hearing this, Yun Ce's expression changed dramatically, and not only his, but the faces of the Qingyun Castle martial artists below the arena also took on a peculiar look.
And Yun Ce instantly glared at Ye Zhen with eyes spitting fire, bellowing furiously, "Ye Zhen, you're talking nonsense!"
