Many things are actually understood by everyone.
They just aren't spoken openly, and Yan Fuhai doesn't care if Yue Xiu has any ulterior motives, as long as he doesn't go mad.
Then.
Yan Fuhai turned his gaze to Ye Liuyun.
Ever since breaking through, the name Yan Fuhai has heard the most from Wei Hongfang is this Ye Liuyun.
The young Grandmaster.
This talent, just like Yue Xiu's younger son back in the day.
No, perhaps even more outstanding.
"Are you Ye Liuyun?"
"Reporting to the Supreme Emperor, this humble servant is Ye Liuyun!"
With both hands cupped in salute.
Ye Liuyun smiled faintly, neither humble nor arrogant, and spoke.
However, this title made Yan Fuhai's expression change slightly; logically, as Yan Shuzhu's father, now that Yan Shuzhu is on the throne, Yan Fuhai is naturally the Supreme Emperor.
But no one has ever referred to him that way.
Because everyone knows that this throne is destined to return to Yan Fuhai's hands.
"Ye Liuyun, how dare you!"
