Song Quan looked up. Ye Siming happened to have his gaze lowered like a god looking down. The corners of his eyes and eyebrows carried an arrogance and disdain that did not belong to the mortal world.
"General Song, your son has a very low resistance to beatings. However, he's a little stronger than your group of weak soldiers and generals. Let him train for another 30 years."
Song Quan's eyes widened. "You! Marquis Yongye, you've gone too far!"
He actually specially came to his house to beat up his son!
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and said in a cold tone, "I made things clear to Song Qiyuan just now, so I might as well tell you again.
"In the future, it's best to avoid Gu Nuo'er if you're thinking of evil ways to harm others. I don't care about the lives of the others, but if just one of her fingers gets hurt, I'll start a killing spree."
After saying that, he looked at the sky.
It was getting late. It was time for him to go.