His eyes were bloodshot, his face ferocious.
His hands trembled as he opened the silk pouch, revealing only a piece of paper.
At that moment, Ye Mingtian's eyes focused intensely on the paper.
When he saw the contents, Ye Mingtian's face was a mix of astonishment, terror, disbelief, and horror.
His face contorted with fear, his eyes appeared as if they would fly out.
"How can this be? Impossible!"
Ye Mingtian roared furiously.
He was drenched in sweat, steam rising from his head, his entire body collapsing to the ground.
What exactly was written on the paper?
It drove Ye Mingtian to madness.
"Thank you, Grandpa!"
After a long while, Ye Mingtian bowed deeply toward the east three times.
The entire Capital City was in chaos due to Ye Jianguo's death, with all blame pointed towards Young Master Zhao.
Duan Tianyang smiled at Ye Chenfeng: "Brother, I've heard of this Young Master Zhao, supposedly an eccentric person. But I know he isn't the one who killed Ye Jianguo."
