Song Siyu's words were undeniably forceful.

The Song family members were all stunned, their eyes fixed on Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu nodded slightly in acknowledgment, without saying a word.

To the Song family, this expression appeared extremely arrogant.

"Kid, you come to my Song family empty-handed, how arrogant! Whether my daughter likes you or not is not important, what is important is whether you can gain the approval of my Song family."

Song Siyu's father, Song Daming, suddenly stood up, staring intently at Ye Qiu. His slightly narrowed eyes flashed with a dangerous light, and his aura was incredibly powerful.

People who hold high positions for many years truly possess an aura of authority.

If an ordinary young person encountered this, they would surely be intimidated.

But this aura was nothing to Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu remained calm and smiled faintly, "Whether you approve of me or not is not important; what is important is that Siyu approves."

Upon hearing this, Song Daming and the others were utterly astonished.

Grandpa Song seemed to have taken a liking to Ye Qiu, staring intently at him, but still didn't say anything.

Song Daming's wife, Lu Qing, frowned, feeling that Ye Qiu was being a bit too arrogant.

She felt that his overly arrogant personality would easily attract trouble.

At that moment, Lu Qing said, "Since you and my daughter have come back to see us, let's talk things out and discuss this properly. What do you think?"

"Sure, no problem."

Ye Qiu sat down casually, completely assuming he was part of the group.

He had thought it through clearly: since he was here, he would do whatever made him comfortable and had no intention of restraining himself.

But Ye Qiu's actions once again made the Song family feel that he was very rude.

Only Song Siyu, who had a deep understanding of Ye Qiu's abilities, felt that Ye Qiu's behavior was perfectly appropriate.

Because someone like Ye Qiu has transcended the mundane world, worldly rules have no effect on him, and he is qualified to be above worldly rules.

"Your name is Ye Dong, right? Where are you from?"

Song Daming asked.

"Qianzhou".

Ye Qiu responded.

"Qianzhou isn't a very big place, but I've heard it's developed quite well in recent years," Song Daming said thoughtfully.

"I don't know, I never pay attention to these things," Ye Qiu said honestly.

"Kid, don't be so arrogant." A middle-aged man sitting next to Old Master Song suddenly stood up and angrily rebuked, "This is my Song family home, not your Qianzhou. Even if you're a dragon in Qianzhou, you'll have to coil up for me here in Zhongbei."

Ye Qiu raised an eyebrow: "Who are you?"

"My name is Song Dazhi, and I'm Siyu's uncle." Song Dazhi said with a serious expression.

"Oh, then you can sit down now."

Ye Qiu smiled slightly.

Upon hearing this, Song Dazhi was furious: "I think you're a bit like a newborn calf that doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Kid, do you believe I can kill you with one slap?"

"How do you take the picture? You try it."

Ye Qiu remained calm and composed.

He knew that, apart from Song Siyu, everyone else in this family wanted to give him a hard time and test him, Ye Qiu.

But Ye Qiu didn't care.

Song Dazhi also had a fiery temper. Seeing that Ye Qiu was unmoved, he immediately made a move.

He is a Grand Martial Master, which is considered quite powerful among ordinary martial arts masters.

After all, martial arts masters are rare, and those who are at the level of Grand Martial Master are already considered top experts.

With his sharp eyes, Song Dazhi took action, but the rest of the Song family did not stop him.

Knowing how formidable Ye Qiu was, Song Siyu remained silent and quietly stepped aside.

The moment Song Dazhi slapped him, Ye Qiu slowly reached out and, arriving before Song Dazhi, grabbed his wrist.

Song Dazhi suddenly felt as if he were being clamped by an iron clamp, unable to move an inch.

He tried his best, but he couldn't budge Ye Qiu even a fraction.

This made Song Dazhi realize that the young man in front of him was more skilled in martial arts than he was.

"You're also a martial artist? A grandmaster?"

Song Dazhi's expression changed.

Such a young martial arts master is extremely rare; he had never seen one before.

"Try harder and see if you can break free. If you can, I will teach you a martial art."

Ye Qiu smiled.

"Damn it..."

Song Dazhi channeled his inner energy, struggling and shaking wildly in an attempt to shake off the attack.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free; he was completely under Ye Qiu's control.

Song Daming and the others watched with trepidation, knowing Song Dazhi's strength.

Song Dazhi is currently unable to break free from Ye Qiu's control, which means that Ye Qiu's strength is far superior to Song Dazhi's.

Since Song Dazhi is at the peak of the Great Martial Master realm, this young man must be a Grandmaster-level existence.

Such a young martial arts master certainly has reason to be proud.

"Alright, alright, let go now."

Seeing that the situation was deadlocked, Song Daming hurriedly got up and personally separated the two.

Song Dazhi retreated hastily, his face flushed red.

"Ye Dong, really, this is my uncle, don't you know your place?"

Song Siyu glared at Ye Qiu and deliberately said a few words to him.

Ye Qiu chuckled and said, "I've already held back, otherwise I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to save his arm."

Upon hearing this, Song Dazhi felt as if he had been hit with a critical strike, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"To have such cultivation at such a young age is truly rare, and you certainly have the potential to be arrogant." Song Daming stared intently at Ye Qiu: "But you must remember that there are always people more capable than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding. Being young and promising is your asset, but it doesn't mean that the older generation of masters will let you off the hook just because you are young. You should still be more humble."

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