"There's nothing interesting here. It's just a rundown courtyard. Might as well burn it to the ground," a young man said indifferently.
Ye Qiu activated his clairvoyant vision, piercing through the barriers. He took a good look at the man's face. It was unfamiliar—he didn't recognize him.
Could it be that he's not someone from the three ancient clans?
"Young Master Mu, we can't burn this place. Although it's the residence of that lunatic Ye Qiu, this territory belongs to Cloud Palace. It was originally lent to him by Cloud Palace. If we burn it down, Cloud Palace will undoubtedly come after us," someone said, trying to flatter the young man.
The mere mention of Cloud Palace seemed to extinguish the young man's temper as he dropped the idea of burning the courtyard.
