The old man gently pushed Ye Ziming aside, using his deep eyes to scan the crowd and once again exclaimed angrily, "What kind of crooked melons and split dates are these? None of them are capable!"
Upon hearing this, all the Ye Clan disciples present felt somewhat embarrassed, even those who were dissatisfied had to swallow their pride, facing such an ancestor, they had no right to retort.
"Huh? Seems I misjudged, there's an outstanding one here." After surveying the crowd, the old man's gaze suddenly fell on Ye Chen.
"Hmm? No way, how does this kid somewhat resemble the prince?"
The old man's eyes suddenly contracted; he probed Ye Chen's body with his spiritual sense but found nothing.
The Samsara Graveyard's concealment is not something he can easily uncover!
The old man furrowed his brows, shook his head, dispelled the strange thought from his mind, and said:
