Bai Qi, Ye Xuan, along with the servant, arrived at the Ying Family's main hall.
The crystalline house, with tables, chairs, and benches made of ice, were the hall's distinctive features.
In the center of the hall sat the Ying Family Head, the middle-aged man Ye Xuan had met before.
In a side seat sat an elder with white hair and a wrinkled face, accompanied by several mysterious and powerful figures.
"Family Head!"
Bai Qi saluted the middle-aged man upon entering the hall.
Ye Xuan also slightly bowed his head to show respect to the middle-aged man, the Ying Family's head.
"Ye Xuan, theoretically, as a friend of the Ancestor, our Ying Family should protect you. But you must understand the current situation clearly. You brought this trouble upon yourself by killing Ji Wuming; the Ji Family will not let you go."
The middle-aged man snorted coldly, his eyes clearly turning colder, and said indifferently.
