Yang Ye was slightly stunned, and then he said, “How do you know that?”

The middle aged man didn’t answer Yang Ye, he just stared fixedly at Yang Ye. Excitement gradually appeared in his eyes, but it didn’t take long for the excitement to transform into bewilderment. He said, “How could that be possible? How could the Young Master have possibly…?”

Elder Mu, Yang Ye, and An Nanjing frowned while bewilderment filled their eyes as well.

It was the same for the grey robed man and Yin Xuan’er who stood afar. Their eyes were filled with a puzzled expression.

A short while passed before the middle aged man suddenly gazed at Yang Ye and said, “Give me a drop of your blood!”

Yang Ye pondered deeply for a moment, and he didn’t refuse in the end. He flicked over a droplet of his blood to the middle aged man.

The middle aged man took a deep breath after he gazed at it for a short while, and he said, “It’s the blood of the Yang Clan indeed. Even though there are a few other types of blood mixed within it, the blood of the Yang Clan still remains.”

When he spoke up to this point, the middle aged man’s gaze towards Yang...