Xianyang, Ye residence.
Usually, people who came here to play were all high-ranking officials and nobles. It had been snowing recently, and people rarely moved around, so they seemed much calmer.
Dong!
With a muffled sound, a plaque was placed in front of the Ye residence's door. Chu Zhongtian's expression was unruly as he shouted, "Ye residence's younger generation, get out here."
The guards were dumbfounded.
What was this place?
Xianyang, Ye residence.
Who was the master?
King Ye, the number one expert in the world, the leader of hundreds of thousands of troops.
When did the ye residence encounter such a thing?
A young man carrying a signboard directly blocked the door. If this were to be spread out, wouldn't it make people laugh their heads off?
The guards were immediately enraged. They rushed out and drew their swords, wanting to kill Chu Zhongtian.