Two middle-aged men sat at the head of the main hall. The one on the left wore deep blue robes, a jade belt cinched at his waist. His features were sharp and masculine—this was Ye Feng’s father, Ye Tianying, an early-stage Golden Core Realm cultivator. 0

At the moment, however, he wore a fawning smile.0

Standing quietly behind him was a girl in a flowing light blue dress—Ye Qing’er. Her beautiful, delicate features were streaked with tears, her phoenix-like eyes lowered to the floor.0

Ye Tianying raised a wine cup and smiled. “Brother Zeng, it’s not that we’re unwilling to deliver the goods. It’s just… I don’t know what happened with my suppliers. They’ve suddenly failed to deliver on time. Given how many years we’ve known each other, I ask for just two more...0