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Chapter 132 Dragons in the Southland
Ye Que chose not to immediately attack Ye Yunhai after the latter humiliated him. Similarly, he also chose not to stop Ye Yunhai when the latter fled. It wasn't a question of his ability; he just didn't know if he should.
Had he suffered such disgrace in the past, he would have definitely pummeled Ye Yunhai without hesitation if he could.
But he had gone through too much now. He wouldn't let a few words affect him. More importantly, Ye Yunhai's identity was his younger brother from another mother. With Ye Zhengru gone, what other family did he have in this world?
If his mother was alive, she would surely not wish to see him attack Ye Yunhai. She wouldn't want him to do the killing, at least. That was the kind of woman she was. That was the reason that Ye Que hesitated earlier. Even if Ye Yunhai had taken up the Devil's Practice and became a wicked devil cultivator, he wasn't willing to attack the former at this moment.
Thus, re
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