"…This is bad."
Unlike the others, the Ye Patriarch could see deeper into the situation.
His heart trembled.
If handled poorly, this love triangle could easily turn into a catastrophe that would drag the entire Ye Clan into ruin.
"Our clan's luck… is truly terrible this time," the old man muttered inwardly, his gaze flickering with worry.
The Patriarch looked at Ye Jian and shook his head inwardly.
Beauty was both a blessing and a calamity.
Lin Feng was utterly unfathomable, while Fang Yuan was a peerless prodigy backed by the formidable Grand Purity Temple.
Between the two, there was no truly safe choice.
Still, as Patriarch, he could not afford to remain passive.
If he did not act now, it might soon be too late.
"I was not aware of your arrival, Young Master Lin Feng," the Ye Patriarch said, stepping forward with a respectful tone.
