After thoroughly turning that man into ashes.
Mr. Jiang's face remained very calm, without any fluctuation, as if the death of his subordinate had no impact on him.
His gaze then fell on Ye Wenjun.
"Miss Ye, I truly apologize. It's all because of my poor discipline."
People gathered, and walked over to Fang Yu's side. Like obedient children, they said nothing.
Fang Yu smiled slightly.
"It's already resolved. Mr. Jiang's illness has been completely healed."
"Mmm, I knew you would succeed."
Mr. Jiang turned around to look at the two.
"Please, come take a seat in the hall. It's not convenient to talk here."
Following Mr. Jiang, the two arrived at the reception hall of the Jiang Family.
Some subordinates and servants were extremely shocked.
Because Mr. Jiang had never acted this way before. Moreover, they were high-level Divine Race. Typically, they did not participate in the trivial matters of the Divine Race, so they had never welcomed guests in this manner.
