The campfire crackled, its flickering light illuminating Ye Xiao’s handsome face.

It was as if the surrounding air had solidified. The stifled, oppressive atmosphere left the Ye Family experts feeling suffocated.

After a while, Ye Xiao suddenly laughed and shook his head. “Relax! Death is an ordinary thing. As mighty as we cultivators are, who among us would dare proclaim that we’ll live forever? I’m furious, but not to the point of losing control.”

As he spoke, it was as if heaven and earth sensed the change in his mood; the tense atmosphere silently dissipated. 

Everyone inwardly sighed in relief.

“Was it that Su Yi person who killed them?” asked Ye Xiao. His voice was calm, and his expression was gentle.

The woman in the feather coat nodded. “That’s right.”

She then explained everything she’d learned. 

Once he’d heard the full story, Ye Xiao raised his jug, took a sip, and pinched his fingers together. “He’s Ye Yufei’s son and Ye Yunlan’s nephew. By seniority, that makes him my cousin.”

The crowd looked at each other. They couldn’t tell what Ye Xiao was getting at.

“It’s understandable that Su Yi...