Wei Youliang’s ears were buzzing.

He felt as though he was going completely mad!

Was anyone even still thinking about Kong Mo and his distant manner of governance? Did anyone still remember what Qufu was? Wei Youliang glanced about at the Yin spirits around them. The older they were, the more their breaths were ragged and their eyes flickered. He could even see how much their hands were trembling at the news.

The younger Yin spirits appeared to be in a better condition, and yet their breaths were still equally heavy and intense. There were even several Yin spirits who immediately buried their faces in their hands and began to bawl at the top of their voices.

Granted, Yin spirits didn’t have tears, but the intense flames that were peeking through the gaps in their fingers still spoke volumes about the pain and anguish in their hearts right now.

Everyone had clearly fallen, hook, line and sinker. The bait set by Qin Ye had ostensibly latched onto the deepest and softest parts of their hearts!

“My daughter…” Wei Youliang’s eyes blurred somewhat, and his entire body began to feel drifty, “Do I… actually have a chance of seeing her again?”

He fiercely turned to another Yin spirit beside him and grabbed his arm, “I-I haven’t heard wrongly, have I?”

“No! Not at all!!” The middle-aged man choked as he screamed back at Wei Youliang emotionally, “Your ears aren’t playing tricks on you!! You’ve heard exactly the same thing we have!!”

The Yin spirits below soon gathered together in small groups of threes to fives, regardless of whether they knew each other or not, and they shouted with unbridled excitement, “That’s right! I don’t care how many work credits it takes! My grandmother...