After wandering around the hall for several more times, Yang Jiyou suddenly spoke.

He seemed to be asking an insignificant question, but in the hall, a cold air that was so cold that it fell into the bone marrow drifted away.

There are several young people at the front of the hundreds of disciples on the right, one of whom was in his thirties. His name was Yang Wu, and he was Yang Ding's eldest brother, but he was not the legitimate son. He was the child born to a junior sister before Yang Jiyou officially got married.

Yang Wu was very happy to hear that Yang Ding was deposed.

Even today, when I saw Yang Jiyou look like he had to pretend to be demeanor after being hurt, I felt even more happy in my heart.

So much so that his body shook slightly with excitement.

This extremely slight action just fell into Yang Jiyou's eyes.

A blood suddenly flashed across Yang Jiyou's calm face.

He can't count the number of women. Not to mention hundreds of sons, there are still hundreds of eighty ones.

But there is only one legitimate son.

For the Yang family and the sect, what is the meaning of the legitimate son?

Inheritance!

Especially a legitimate son who has been talented since childhood and has been entrusted with unlimited high expectations.

Now, the eunuch.

Yang Jiyou slowly walked to Yang Wu.

Condescending with a soft smile on his face:

"Awu, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Wu shivered all over and said in a trembling voice:

"Father, when I think of the torture my second brother suffered, I was so angry that I couldn't control myself. I want to avenge my second brother. Please let me go to Dongyang, I want to kill that Su Mu."

"oh?"

A trace of madness flashed in Yang Jiyou's eyes, but he said with a smile:

"Then you go."

"ah?"

Yang Wu looked up in shock.

When his eyes met Yang Jiyou's crazy and cruel gaze, cold sweat soaked his back in an instant.

Trembling with his forehead:

"I...I...yes, father, I'll go."

Yang Wu wished he could kill him.
Chapter completed!