Ye Xianru finished speaking, and the heads of the various branches seated below were taken aback, unsure of what Ye Xianru was up to.

The scene remained relatively quiet, though some began whispering among themselves.

Even Ye Xinghai, the usually composed Second Uncle, was puzzled.

Under everyone's gaze, Ninth Uncle, with a fierce look in his eyes, took out a document and slowly stood up from his grand chair.