Ye Liuying, Ye Yin, their breathing couldn't help but hasten.
Ye Hanjun, however, was like suffocating, recalling the life history of this person. Despite not being born in that era, it seemed as though he could see the vivid and ultimately dim and heartbroken images, his mood fluctuating between excitement and depression.
"I... have truly underestimated the world's fear of the Ye Clan."
Ye Chengfeng slowly released Ye Hanjun's shoulders, his trembling voice gradually steadying:
"I remembered everything that happened in the past."
"The Hell Bull Demon God personally took action, the Mr. Ye who was protecting me, not a single one survived here."
"And I, indeed did die, from flesh to soul, crushed into mud and scattered into the void."
"That Hell Bull Demon God, in order to eradicate future troubles, even devoured Xiaoyi's remains, trying to extract valuable substances from its bloodline..."
