Chapter 833
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Upon hearing these words, Xu Qiuyuan’s expression froze for a moment. He grasped Ye Wushuang’s arms with both hands, trying to soothe him, “Brother Ye, please calm down…”
Ye Wushuang’s hand gently lifted, prying open Xu Qiuyuan’s grip. At that moment, Xu Qiuyuan realized with a start that he couldn’t resist Ye Wushuang in the slightest.
In just three months, Xu Qiuyuan had reached the seventh level of the Yuanfu Realm, which was already considered very powerful within the Qingyun Empire. But where had Ye Wushuang reached? Xu Qiuyuan couldn’t even begin to imagine.
Ye Wushuang shook off Xu Qiuyuan and began to walk step by step toward the interior of the Ye Mansion. The Ye clan warriors, one after another, wore white hats and white cloth around their waists. The entire mansion was draped in white, with white lanterns hanging everywhere. At that moment, Ye Wushuang felt his steps become incredibly heavy. No matter who had passed away, he simply couldn’t accept it.
“Master!”
A shout rang out at that moment. Yuan Pengwang, with his towering figure, strode forward. Just then, in the spacious front courtyard, figures began to appear one by one.
“Master!”
Another voice called out, and Xu Yuntian hurried over as well.
“Master, are you alright?”
Tian Chengwen also stepped forward at this moment. Ye Wushuang’s gaze fell upon the three of them. His eyes were deep and his expression calm. He ignored Yuan Pengwang, Xu Yuntian, and Tian Chengwen, and continued toward the central courtyard.
“Master!”
Yuan Pengwang stepped forward and blocked Ye Wushuang’s path, urgently saying, “Master, you’ve just returned. You should rest first.”
“Yeah, Yun Xingjian didn’t even notify us…” Xu Yuntian also grabbed Ye Wushuang’s arm.
“Let go!”
Ye Wushuang’s voice was indifferent. The three of them were taken aback for a moment.
“I said, let go!”
With a single command, Ye Wushuang’s internal energy burst forth, and the three figures were sent flying back several yards. At that moment, their faces changed. The master’s strength…
“Wushuang!”
At that moment, a figure appeared at the entrance of the central courtyard hall.
“Shuang’er!”
Another figure rushed forward swiftly.
“Mother!”
Ye Wushuang saw Liu Yuemei. She, too, was dressed in white. Her face was much paler now, with bloodshot eyes.
“Wushuang.”
Ye Qingfeng, with bandages wrapped around his hand and limping, approached at this moment.
“Uncle…”
Ye Wushuang looked at the familiar figures one by one. Next to Ye Qingfeng, Ye Yunzhe, dressed in white with a white cloth on his head and a pale face, looked at Ye Wushuang, opened his mouth, but couldn’t utter a single word.
“Mother!”
With a thud, Ye Wushuang knelt on both knees, burying his head in Liu Yuemei’s chest, his voice choked with emotion: “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 finally understood. The person who could make Ye Yunzhe, Yuan Pengwang, Uncle, and Mother all wear mourning clothes could only be one person—his own father.
Liu Yuemei gently cupped Ye Wushuang’s face and said, “My dear child, he had no children all his life, living a lonely existence. Will you take his place as his child and see him off?”
Ye Wushuang bowed his head again, feeling as if his throat was blocked, unable to speak a word, and only nodded slowly.
Liu Yuemei placed a white hat on him, draped him in mourning clothes, and helped him up, gently tying the white cloth around him.
At this moment, Ye Wushuang, who had been silent all along, had bloodshot eyes, kept his head down, and shook his head repeatedly.
“Why… why… why did it have to be him…”
Ye Wushuang took one step at a time and walked out. Thud…
Suddenly, his body collapsed on the steps.
“Master!”
“Wushuang!”
Figures rushed forward in haste.
Ye Wushuang raised his hand, took a step forward, crossed the front hall, and arrived at the central courtyard. Behind the central courtyard was a large hall, where a coffin was now placed. 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, among other members of the Ye clan.
When everyone saw Ye Wushuang appear, their expressions were filled with astonishment. His steps felt as heavy as lead as he walked step by step to the front of the hall, looking at the coffin draped in white cloth. His head felt dizzy and heavy.
Thud!!!
He knelt down on both knees, shattering the floor beneath him. His hands reached out, his body bending forward. Drip…
A tear fell to the ground. It was not just a tear, but a tear mixed with blood—a tear of blood!
