Ye Futian had arrived. A line of swordsmen descended beside him. It was Ye Wuchen's group.
"You are here." Ye Futian smiled at Ye Wuchen.
Ye Wuchen nodded slightly with a comparatively serious look. He looked at the palace behind, having no idea about how his story would end. What if he couldn't make it?
The strong cultivators of the Qin Dynasty in front of them stopped and turned to Ye Futian's group, seeming to wait for them. Ye Futian and Ye Wuchen's eyes fell upon one among this group. It was a very handsome guy they had never met before. He must be the groom in this proposal—Qin Yuan, the youngest son of Emperor Qin. Qin Yuan was as young as little princess Qin Mengruo and Qin Li, the grandson of Emperor Qin.
While observing Ye Futian and Ye Wuchen, Qin Yuan smiled at Ye Futian and said, "Nice to meet you. I am Qin Yuan. I heard your name a lot, Ye Futian."
"Really?" Ye Futian smiled too and said, "But I don't know you."