It was almost noon, and all the guests who were supposed to come to watch this battle were ready, except for the Yun family themselves.
In the sky above the clouds, three figures stood, gazing into the distance.
"Heh, they finally decided to come. That bastard really has no sense of respect," a male voice said. It was clear that he was in his middle age.
His hair was long and brown, his face had some wrinkles, and he appeared to be a man in his forties.
He was dressed in magnificent golden robes, exuding the aura of a leader.
Naturally, he was none other than the Patriarch of the Ling family, Ling Wei.
"Did you expect anything else from them? Among the four families, they are the most arrogant. They always see themselves as superior to others," one of the women standing beside him was naturally Ling Yun.
