Chapter 833
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Upon hearing these words, Xu Qiyuan’s expression froze.
His hands grasped Ye Wushuang’s arms, trying to soothe him, “Brother Ye, please calm down…”
Ye Wushuang’s palm gently lifted and pried open Xu Qiyuan’s hands.
At that moment, Xu Qiyuan realized that he couldn’t resist Ye Wushuang in the slightest.
In just three months, Xu Qiyuan had reached the seventh level of the Yuanfu Realm, which was considered very powerful within the Qingyun Empire.
But where had Ye Wushuang reached?
Xu Qiyuan dared not imagine.
Ye Wushuang brushed past Xu Qiyuan and began to walk step by step towards the Ye Mansion.
One by one, the Ye Clan warriors were seen, each wearing white hats and white cloth around their waists.
And throughout the mansion, white mourning flags were raised, and white lanterns hung everywhere.
At this moment, Ye Wushuang felt his steps were very heavy.
No matter who had passed away, he could not accept it.
“Master!”
A shout rang out at this moment.
Yuan Pengwang, with his tall and imposing figure, walked over.
And at this moment, in the spacious front courtyard, figures began to appear one by one.
“Master!”
Another voice rang out, and Xu Yuntian hurried over as well.
“Master, are you alright?”
At this moment, Tian Chengwen also stepped forward.
Ye Wushuang’s gaze fell upon these few people.
His eyes were deep, and his expression calm.
He paid no attention to Yuan Pengwang, Xu Yuntian, and Tian Chengwen, but instead walked towards the central courtyard.
“Master!”
Yuan Pengwang stepped forward at this moment, blocking Ye Wushuang’s path, and said urgently, “Master, you’ve just returned. Rest for a while first.”
“Yeah, Yun Xingjian didn’t even inform us…” Xu Yuntian also hurriedly grabbed Ye Wushuang.
“Let go!”
Ye Wushuang said indifferently.
The three of them were stunned.
“I said, let go!”
With a single word from Ye Wushuang, his internal energy burst forth, and the three figures were all pushed back several feet.
At this moment, their expressions changed.
The master’s strength…
“Wushuang!”
At this moment, a figure appeared in front of the central courtyard hall.
“Shuang’er!”
A figure rushed over quickly.
“Mother!”
Ye Wushuang saw Liu Yuemei.
Even Liu Yuemei was dressed in white.
At this moment, Liu Yuemei looked much paler, with bloodshot eyes.
“Wushuang.”
Ye Qingfeng, with bandages on his hand and limping, came over at this moment.
“Uncle…”
Ye Wushuang looked at one familiar figure after another.
Beside Ye Qingfeng, Ye Yunzhe, dressed in white and wearing a white cloth on his head, looked pale. He looked at Ye Wushuang, opened his mouth, but couldn’t say a word.
“Mother!”
With a thud, Ye Wushuang knelt on both knees, buried his head in Liu Yuemei’s chest, and said in a choked voice, “I’m sorry, I came back too late, I’m sorry.”
Liu Yuemei gently stroked her son’s head, tears welling up in her eyes, and comforted him, “It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault…”
At this moment, Ye Wushuang had already understood in his heart.
The person who had to make Ye Yunzhe, Yuan Pengwang, Uncle, and Mother wear mourning clothes could only be him!
Liu Yuemei gently cupped Ye Wushuang’s face and said, “My dear child, he had no children all his life, and lived a lonely life. Will you take his place as his child and see him off?”
Ye Wushuang lowered his head again, feeling as if his throat was blocked, unable to utter a word, and just nodded slowly.
Liu Yuemei put a white hat on him, draped him in mourning clothes, and dressed him in the funeral attire.
She helped Ye Wushuang up and gently tied the white cloth around him.
At this moment, Ye Wushuang, who had been silent all along, had bloodshot eyes, kept his head down, and kept shaking his head.
“Why… why… is it him…”
Ye Wushuang walked step by step.
Thud…
Suddenly, his body fell on the steps.
“Master!”
“Wushuang!”
One by one, figures rushed over.
Ye Wushuang raised his hand, took a step, crossed the front hall, and arrived at the central courtyard.
Behind the central courtyard was the main hall.
At this moment, a coffin was placed there.
On both sides of the courtyard, figures stood still.
Wang Xueqi, Xiao Yuan, Tang Tianyou, as well as Ye Ming, Ye Bin, Ye Yun, and Little Fourteen, and other members of the Ye Clan.
When everyone saw Ye Wushuang appear, their expressions were filled with astonishment.
Ye Wushuang’s steps felt as heavy as lead, and he walked step by step to the front of the main hall, looking at the coffin draped in white cloth, feeling his head becoming dizzy.
Thud!!!
His knees buckled and he knelt on the ground, smashing the floor.
His hands touched the ground, and his body bent.
Drip…
A tear fell to the ground.
It was not just a tear, but a tear mixed with blood—blood tears!
