With hopeful eyes fixed on Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Feng Jiu, he fell to his knees and pleaded, "Master Ling, Madam Ling, please help me! Please help me save Ye Ling!"
He knew that Ye Ling's sole chance of survival would come from them.
If they were willing, perhaps Ye Ling could be saved!
When the older man saw this, he sighed and patted him on the shoulder. "Yiping, don't be like this. No one can save Ye Ling. Not only will the clan elders of the Ye family be present tonight at the peak of Hollow Rise Mountain, but so will members of several other families. Nobody can stand up to the combat power of the eight reclusive clans. What's more, it is impossible to save and take her away in front of so many people. Why are you troubling these two?"
Song Yiping ignored him and kept pleading, "Master Ling, Madam Ling, I beg you!"
