"Is it him?"
"Yes, I'm sure it's him."
"He was the one who sent people to assassinate my uncle. Although the assassins didn't harm my uncle, they killed one of my senior brothers. The mastermind behind all this is the Yang family."
Jin Yun nodded, a layer of bloodlust appearing in her beautiful eyes.
"Chen Zhenjun, there must be some misunderstanding here."
From beginning to end, Mr. Yang, who was sitting steadily at the center of the high platform, could no longer sit still at this moment.
There was a hint of reverence on his face, but the invincible aura of an Earth Immortal over the years still allowed him to remain calm, calmly saying to Chen Yuan:
"Chen Zhenjun, regardless of what my Yang family has done before, or whether it was our doing, I will not debate it."
"I assure you, such things will never happen again, and we will compensate this young lady as well as Yushan with fifty billion and ten stalks of Spirit Grass."
