"Grandpa! What are you guys talking about?"
At this moment, Yan Yinluo walked over. Seeing the solemn atmosphere, she secretly glanced at Ye Ming.
"Hahaha! It's nothing! Since you brought Young Ye back, Grandpa and your father naturally have to vet him. Otherwise..." Yan Yi said meaningfully, glancing at Ye Ming, and chuckled, "Wouldn't this silly girl be easily charmed by Young Ye's words!"
Hearing this teasing remark, Yan Yinluo's small face instantly flushed crimson. She quickly explained, "How could that be! Grandpa, you..."
"Alright! Alright!"
Seeing his daughter's shy expression, Yan Xu shook his head helplessly. "It's almost lunchtime. We'll return your Brother Ming to you!"
Ye Ming looked at the two elders, cupped his hands, and said with a smile, "This junior takes his leave!"
Then, he left with Yan Yinluo.
Yan Yi watched their retreating figures hand in hand, his brows furrowing slightly. He said in a deep voice, "What exactly does Young Ye want to do?"
Before him stood a young man in his early twenties, yet he couldn't see through him at all.
"Dad! If Yinluo follows him, will it be..."
Compared to Ye Ming's intentions, Yan Xu, as a father, was more concerned about his daughter's safety.
From today's meeting, he realized that Ye Ming's future path would undoubtedly be fraught with danger, storms, and thunder. If his daughter were to stay by his side, what she would have to face...
These matters were beyond his imagination.
"Sigh!"
Yan Xu's worries were also Yan Yi's worries.
"Alas! Everyone has their own destiny! In this era of impending chaos, letting Yinluo follow him might be her destined path!" Yan Yi sighed deeply, stood up, and looked at the scorching sun in the sky. "As the saying goes, heroes emerge in troubled times. Young Ye, how far will you go?"
...
The Great Hall of Yongchuan Province Martial Hall.
"What? What did you say?"
At the head of the hall, a middle-aged man in a black robe, exuding an overbearing aura, slammed his palm on the table and questioned angrily.
"Hall... Hall Master! According to scout reports, the Young... Young Hall Master courted death... is dead!"
The informant finished speaking through gritted teeth, his legs instantly went weak, and he knelt on the ground, not daring to look at Xie An above.
"Dead... Dead! Di'er is dead! Ah..."
Boom!
As Xie An let out a roar of fury, a terrifying pressure erupted from his body. All the tables, chairs, and furnishings in the hall were instantly crushed into powder. Even the bluestone floor and the surrounding walls began to crack.
From the outside, the entire hall was shaking.
Those outside, feeling this oppressive pressure, all knelt down and said in unison:
"Please, Hall Master, quell your anger!"
"Please, Hall Master, quell your anger!"
"..."
After this oppressive pressure lasted for nearly ten minutes, it slowly began to subside. However, the interior of the hall was already in ruins.
"Who... killed him?"
As the dust settled, Xie An emerged with bloodshot eyes, his voice eerily deep.
"Reporting... Reporting to Hall Master! According to current intelligence, it was... it was Qiu Xiaotian of the Dao Feng Group who killed him!"
Hearing this, Xie An's body trembled, and his fists clenched tightly. He could hardly believe such an answer.
"Good! Well done, Dao Feng Group! Very good!"
At this moment, Xie An was filled with malevolence, his face contorted in rage. "I originally planned to form an alliance with the Dao Feng Group to deal with the Dark Society. I never expected you to stab me in the back! Fine!"
Bang!
Xie An stomped his foot on the ground, and with waves of distorted air, his icy voice echoed:
"All elders and disciples of the Martial Hall, listen to my command. From this day forward, our Martial Hall declares an irreconcilable war with the Dao Feng Group!"
...
Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Dark Society.
The Dark Society!
This was one of the two colossal underground forces in Yongchuan Province.
The Martial Hall was the other.
"President! Everyone is here!"
In front of a large desk, a man about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a white suit, with sharp facial features, a high nose bridge, and slanted sword-like eyebrows, clasped his fingers together, seemingly lost in thought.
Upon hearing the report, he came back to his senses.
Leng Qianqiu merely raised his head slightly, and an aura of inherent leadership instantly enveloped the entire space, giving people a sense of awe and majesty.
"Let them all in!"
A moment later, a group of Dark Society high-ranking officials in formal attire walked in. They looked at Leng Qianqiu and bowed respectfully, "Greetings, President!"
"Mm!"
Leng Qianqiu nodded slightly and said in a low voice, "The Second President sent me a letter just now!"
Second President!
Upon hearing these three words, all the high-ranking officials trembled slightly, and their faces showed extreme shock.
There was news from the mysterious and young Second President.
"President! What did the Second President's letter say?"
At this time, a middle-aged man in his early forties, who had lost an arm, asked excitedly.
That's right!
It was excitement!
Not only him, but the vast majority of the high-ranking officials present, after a brief moment of shock, displayed expressions of excitement.
Not for any other reason, but because the Second President of the past had saved them all at the critical moment of the Dark Society's survival.
Moreover, after that, the Dark Society, from a second-rate underground organization, gradually developed into an organization capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with colossal forces like the Martial Hall.
Looking at it today, in terms of overt strength, the Martial Hall no longer held an advantage. In another period of time, the underworld of Yongchuan Province would be dominated by the Dark Society.
And all of this was bestowed by that mysterious Second President.
"Before I relay the Second President's words, Night Hawk, are you aware of the Martial Hall's recent movements?"
At this moment, Leng Qianqiu looked at a man in glasses, about thirty years old.
"President! According to our informant within the Martial Hall, they seem to be very restless lately and are in close contact with the Dao Feng Group from Zhifeng Province!" the man named Night Hawk replied.
Dao Feng Group!
Hearing this organization, everyone's eyelids twitched, as if they had realized something.
"Could it be... they are seeking external help?"
"It should be! Now that our Dark Society has subtly surpassed them, the Martial Hall must be feeling uneasy!"
"Tch! Mere clowns! How could they know that the strength of our Dark Society has only revealed a tip of the iceberg. Since they wish to die, let's obliterate them."
"Indeed! But..."
"..."
Hearing everyone mention the Dark Society's hidden strength, Leng Qianqiu's expression sharpened. He merely glanced at them, and everyone felt a chill down their spines, immediately falling silent.
"This is the only time. It will not happen again!"
His tone was light, and his emotions were unreadable.
However, everyone immediately knelt down, somewhat nervously saying:
"Yes!"