It was past noon, and after Yang Yi had his lunch, he was officially discharged. He went to Murong Lianxue's hospital room and looked at the little girl who was fast asleep. For some unknown reason, the events of the previous day resurfaced in his mind. Perhaps Murong Lianxue’s body concealed secrets that Yang Yi was unaware of; otherwise, how could such a pure and adorable little girl transform into a ferocious fiend? Of course, he also knew that the primary reason for her transformation lay with himself.

"Young Master!" Feng Shi also entered. Seeing Yang Yi smiling as he watched Murong Lianxue, she felt a sense of relief that he hadn't become overwhelmingly powerful, otherwise, she truly wouldn't know if he was still the Yang Yi she once knew.

"Shh!" Yang Yi made a gesture for silence, looking at Murong Lianxue with utmost composure. In a low voice, he murmured, "My sister here has suffered so much over the years. Since meeting me, she has always been fiercely loyal. For anyone who harms, insults, or acts against me, she chooses to help me at the very first moment."

Feng Shi didn't understand why Yang Yi was so sentimental at that moment, but the tenderness in his eyes and the way he moved caused a strange tightness in her own heart, as if his presence had touched something deep within her, bringing tears to her eyes involuntarily.

"Brother Yi!" Murong Lianxue opened her eyes and called out softly.

"You're awake?" Yang Yi smiled slightly.

"En, Brother Yi, you...!" Murong Lianxue seemed to sense a difference in Yang Yi and immediately asked.

"I'm fine, fully recovered," Yang Yi nodded, then turned to Feng Shi, who was weeping by the doorway, and said, "Yanran, thank you for all your trouble over the years."

"Young Master, please don't say that!" Feng Shi couldn't bear the current state of Yang Yi. She didn't know why he had suddenly changed like this. She walked up to Yang Yi and threw herself into his embrace, sobbing quietly. "Young Master, I don't know what has happened to you, but you... you seem different now!"

"Hehe, I have changed. But no matter how much I change, I am still Yang Yi," Yang Yi gently wiped away Feng Shi's tears and said, "Hey, stop crying, or you'll turn into a streaked cat."

"Young Master!"

"Go on, prepare the car first, and wait for me downstairs."

"Young...!" Feng Shi, who wanted to say more, saw the sudden seriousness in Yang Yi's expression, simply nodded, and walked out.

With that, Yang Yi let out a soft sigh, "Six Paths of Reincarnation!"

"Your subordinate is here!" Six figures appeared before Yang Yi.

"You six go wait for me downstairs as well," Yang Yi waved his hand.

"Yes!"

"Brother Yi!" Murong Lianxue knew that Yang Yi had been profoundly shocked by the incident the day before. Feeling the slightly unfamiliar yet gentle demeanor he exhibited now, Murong Lianxue, for the first time, felt as if he had become an unbeatable monarch. At the same time, she seemed to clearly understand why Yang Yi was dismissing the Six Paths of Reincarnation and Feng Shi.

"You can come out now!" Yang Yi spoke towards the window.

"Eight o'clock tonight, East Suburbs, Great Forest. I await your esteemed presence!" A voice replied, and the air trembled slightly before vanishing.

The speaker never showed themselves, perhaps deeming the time not yet right. Yang Yi simply smiled faintly and looked at Murong Lianxue, "Lianxue, let's go!"

"En!" Murong Lianxue nodded, quickly put on a piece of clothing, and followed Yang Yi out of the hospital.

After arriving at the hospital entrance and getting into the car, Yang Yi finally spoke to Feng Shi, "First, head to the Black God Gang Headquarters!"

"Yes!"

Meanwhile, on the other side, Fatty Lin and his two companions, along with Xia Shiyun and her two companions—a total of six people—were all seated in a living room, staring with grave expressions at the masked woman standing on the dais. Their situation did not appear to involve being tied up or subjected to the rumored harsh tortures.

The masked woman looked at the six individuals with a serious, perhaps slightly tense expression, yet showing no fear. She offered a faint smile. "Ladies and gentlemen, I have no ill intentions in inviting you here. I only need you to step away temporarily, and there are some matters I need to discuss with you. So, there's no need to be so nervous!"

"Miss, uh, judging by your accent, you must be a woman," Xu Ming addressed the masked woman.

"Speak."

Xu Ming understood and continued, "We are quite clear whether you have malice towards us or not. If you did, we certainly wouldn't be sitting here now. The question is, what is the true objective behind going to such elaborate lengths to bring us here?"

"Hahahaha!" the masked woman chuckled lightly. "You truly live up to being Yang Yi's brothers and women; your reactions are excellent." After surveying them all and seeing the thoughtful expressions on Fatty Lin and the others, she continued, "The true objective is simple. I just want to ask, what kind of person do you think Yang Yi is?"

"How is Boss? That's a given, isn't it?" Xu Ming started, but seeing Ye Xiaohou, Fatty Lin, and the three women staring at the masked woman with surprise, he asked, "What do you mean by that question?"

"You are all smart people, just say what you think!" the masked woman narrowed her eyes.

"We know perfectly well what kind of person Boss is...!"

"Even if you say he is unbelievably cunning, possessing the nature of a rogue, certainly no gentleman! However, he is incredibly loyal to his brothers and his women. He is even loyal to Heaven and Earth, and he is loyal to his conscience. Am I right?" The masked woman coldly interrupted Ye Xiaohou, who was about to speak.

Xuan Yuanbing, standing nearby, inquired, "Why would you say that?"

"It's quite simple, really. He has been exceedingly good to all of you. Before, because I captured you, he fought me desperately, though ultimately in vain. However, the result is secondary. What matters is that his intentions were made clear. Now, what about you all?"

"What are you implying?" Li Qian asked with a cold expression.

"He was willing to die to protect you, yet what have you done for him?" the masked woman sneered. "You, Fatty Lin, have followed Yang Yi since childhood, yet you only serve as a formidable general—there is a purpose, but what about your strength? You, Xu Ming, became the youngest general in Huaxia, but do you believe these positions can truly help him?"

"You, Ye Xiaohou, although you became the supreme director of the Dragon Guard and Black Guard, controlling the film, audio, and entertainment industries—how much can that really assist him? Even if you elevate those two women to become super musicians, so what? Can that truly guard him and prevent him from suffering even the slightest harm?"

Seeing that none of them responded, the masked woman's eyes filled with mockery, disdain, and contempt. She continued, "Your Xuan Yuan family, though the most powerful of the eight great families in Huaxia concerning supernatural abilities, can it guarantee that he achieves his goals amidst this surging shadow war?"

"No. I can say it directly: within three days, with just one word from me, I can strip you of everything you possess. By then, on what grounds can you call yourselves his sworn brothers, or his women? He has treated you exceptionally well, but what about you?"

This barrage of words had struck a nerve in all six of them. While her manner was forceful, her reasoning was not without merit. At least these words made them feel how hollow their so-called brotherhood was, and that their status as his women was merely a matter of fleeting pleasure. What was Yang Yi fighting for when he conquered the underworld and established the largest syndicate nationally, even globally?

Was it merely desire, or perhaps ambition? No, only now did they realize the pain and struggle Yang Yi endured internally. His arduous management of everything was undoubtedly aimed at ensuring the happiness and secure survival of his brothers, his family, his women, and everything connected to him.

"Who exactly are you? What right do you have to speak about us like this?" Xia Shiyun spoke with a chilling tone for the first time. Although she felt she had fallen short in many areas, and she was acutely aware of her deficiencies, which was why she constantly sought to help Yang Yi through her own means, even risking everything.

"Who am I?" The masked woman smiled coldly, removing her mask. Her face wasn't devastatingly beautiful, but as previously mentioned, it was rather pleasing to the eye.

However, the trace of resemblance to Yang Yi suddenly made Xuan Yuanbing and the others, who had never seen her, stiffen. Li Qian and Xia Shiyun gasped in unison, "How could it be you?"

"Why wouldn't it be me?" Yang Rong said with a touch of sarcasm after taking off the mask. "You all think you have the right to judge Yang Yi, but I don't?"

"I recall your name was Yang..."

Li Qian struggled to recall, but Xia Shiyun interjected, "Yang Rong!"

"Yang Rong?" All of them looked at Yang Rong with astonishment and disbelief.

"That's right, my name is Yang Rong," Yang Rong lifted her scarlet lips slightly. "Fatty Lin, you grew up under Yang Yitian's care, so you should have some understanding of Yang Yi's background. Then you can probably guess who I am, right?"

"You... you...!" Fatty Lin gasped for breath. Although he had heard his grandfather mention such a possibility, he never imagined it was actually true. He was utterly shocked. "Could you possibly be Brother Yi's older sister who was lost in childhood?"