Translator: Aran

  Ye Qingyu, looking at the broken pieces of the table leg, simply did not know what to say.

  What was happening here was completely different from his expectations.

  Where was the so-called truth?

  His father’s last words could not be a lie.

  But why had nothing happened as he stood in the deepest part of the Imperial Ancestral Temple for more than half an hour?

  Could it be that he had overlooked something?

  Ye Qingyu lowered his ..