Under the pitch-black night, Ye Xuan was walking alone on the road. He held a Huangguoshu cigarette between his right fingers, the smoke occasionally obscuring his face.
Not being able to kill Taihe Zhenhua was something Ye Xuan had anticipated.
After all, the Taihe Family had a legacy spanning nearly thousands of years, its foundations simply beyond imagination. In the path of cultivation, it was impossible for the Taihe Family not to have produced a few phenomenal figures.
Just like the elder who forcibly demanded Ye Xuan to spare Taihe Zhenhua; he was a cultivator at the Golden Core Realm. His strength was not much weaker than Su Tianyi.
If Ye Xuan had acted forcibly, he would have been killed by that elder before he could kill Taihe Zhenhua.
And that's just one elder.
If there are even more ancient ancestors still alive in the Taihe Family.
Then on what basis could Ye Xuan kill Taihe Zhenhua?
A mere fervent passion was far from enough.
