Silent, utterly silent, profoundly so.
Ye Xuan's appearance not only made Ye Ping feel as if he were dreaming, he could hardly believe that his elder brother had not only survived but was standing right before him.
"Ye... Ye Xuan... you..." Xia Qingzhu stared at Ye Xuan, dressed in ancient attire, emanating an aura that kept others at bay, she hesitated to speak, a bad feeling rising faintly in her heart.
"Cang Hao, this is your son, isn't it?" Nangong Yun recovered her composure and looked straight at Ye Canghao, her voice carrying a mocking tone.
"Little brother, come with me, mother and sister are waiting for you at home." Regrettably, Ye Xuan did not even spare Nangong Yun a glance, he silently looked at Ye Ping, his voice somewhat subdued.
"Big... Brother... I...", Ye Ping's eyes were downcast, he dared not meet Ye Xuan's gaze, clearly hesitating.
"Hmph!"