"Young Master Ye, it was my fault. Please don't go, save Rourou!"
Duan Jingcong apologized to Ye Xuan with sincere fear and trepidation.
"My lord..." Duan Rourou appeared to be at a loss.
She had been in the midst of receiving a cultivation technique from Ye Xuan when she was suddenly interrupted, nearly causing her to fall into demonic possession and lose all her cultivation.
Though she had stabilized, she was still in distress.
She could tell that all of this had something to do with her grandfather.
When Young Master Ye was transmitting the technique to her, her grandfather must have done something to anger Young Master Ye.
"Step aside," Ye Xuan said indifferently.
Duan Jingcong bowed down in front of Ye Xuan, his face full of bitterness, "Young Master Ye, I was wrong!"
"If you were wrong, why don't you step aside?"
At that moment, a detached voice sounded from not too far away.
Following this, a youth in ancient attire who appeared rather stern, walked over slowly.
