Countless sharp, chilling, and murderous auras surged forth like a tidal wave.

These auras, some subtle, some violent, were all, without exception, locked onto Qin Yang.

That was the Ye family's hidden protective force, one of the foundations upon which the Ye family had relied for hundreds of years!

They were like venomous snakes lurking in the dark, waiting for their target to step into their killing range!

Qin Yang's step just happened to cross an invisible boundary.

The atmosphere was tense, the air thick and almost suffocating!

A bloody conflict was about to erupt in front of the Ye family's house.

Countless pairs of eyes, hidden in the shadows, gleamed with a cold light, their fingers already on their weapons or triggers.

However, at this critical moment!

"Squeak!"

The heavy door was suddenly pulled open a crack from the inside.

"Mr. Qin, please wait!"

A sharp voice, filled with extreme fear and trembling, rang out, breaking the deathly silence of the standoff.

It was the same old butler who had rushed into the council hall earlier.

He practically tumbled and crawled out through the crack in the door, his face pale and his forehead covered in large beads of sweat, his gray long gown soaked through.

He ran up to Qin Yang, but when he was still three steps away, his legs went weak and he almost knelt down.

He forced himself to stand up and gave Qin Yang a smile that looked more like a grimace.

That smile was filled with awe and fear, as well as a hint of undisguised flattery.

"Mr. Qin, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

The old butler, panting heavily, hurriedly waved his hands to explain, fearing that Qin Yang would start a massacre at any moment.

"The head of the family requests your presence! He is waiting for you inside!"

His voice trembled as he spoke, and he dared not meet Qin Yang's gaze, only glancing at him quickly before lowering his head again.

Qin Yang stopped in his tracks.

His raised foot landed lightly, as if the step that had just triggered countless killing intents was merely a casual movement.

The surging killing intent around him seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier and quietly retreated, but it did not completely disappear. It remained like a persistent ailment, locking onto Qin Yang's every move.

Qin Yang's gaze passed over the old butler and went to the half-open door behind him.

Inside the door, it was deep and silent, as if leading to another world.

"Oh?" Qin Yang let out a soft hum that was hard to decipher.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a power that pierced through people's hearts.

The old butler shuddered again at the soft hum.

"Yes! The patriarch has been waiting for you for a long time!"

He quickly nodded and bowed, turned to the side, and made a "please" gesture.

"Mr. Qin, please come with me."

His posture was extremely humble, a stark contrast to his previous arrogance when he blocked the council hall.