C115 The Sorrow of the Disciples of the Yuen Family

Amidst the towering trees of Daxing Cloud Forest, cloud trees soared thirty to forty feet high, their branches and leaves billowing like cottony clouds. Even the wild grass and brambles stood a formidable ten feet tall.

The four Yuen family disciples approached the place where Ye Xiangyang was tending to his wounds, their faces alight with mirth.

Yun Jianhan's expression was steely