"Do you have a son?"
Facing the soul-searching question from the gray-clothed man, Murong Fu immediately answered, "I am not yet married, how could I have a son?"
The gray-clothed man then continued to ask, "Then do you have ancestors?"
This was equivalent to insulting someone by cursing their ancestors for eight generations. Murong Fu was naturally furious and shouted loudly, "Of course I do! I willingly face death, what is it to you? A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated; Murong Fu, a man of dignity, cannot tolerate these disrespectful words from you."
The gray-clothed man nodded, then shook his head gently, "Your great-grandfather had a son, your great-grandfather, grandfather, and father all had sons, yet you alone have no son! Ha ha, in the past, Murong, Murong Ke, Murong Chui, Murong De were such heroes of the Great Yan Kingdom, yet they all ended up as people with no descendants!"
