It was truly as if they had forgotten the immense debt of gratitude they owed Ye Qingyun.
The Lord of the Blood Alliance, standing to one side, gripped his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. He wanted to erupt several times, but seeing the calm and indifferent expression on Ye Qingyun’s face, he could only suppress the rage burning in his heart.
*If even the Saint Ancestor himself isn't angry, what right do I have to be?*
Chapter 683