"Xiong!" Yu Zeshi exclaimed, suddenly standing up from his chair like an enraged lion.
He had been the Family Head for over thirty years, and being a Spirit Gathering Realm expert, even though he had stepped down for many years and his strength had significantly deteriorated, a dead tiger still had its prestige. His furious stance sent a chill to everyone's heart, causing them to instinctively step back.
"Old Family Head, if you persist in your ways, you'll lose more than just one son!" A Yu family member coldly said. He was Yu Zeshi's cousin's son, named Yu Sheng, now just over forty, with a cultivation level at the Tenth Layer of Body Refinement, in the prime of his life.
He usually warmly called "Uncle Zeshi" with every word, but now he had turned his back, ruthlessly taking the forefront.
"How dare you!" Yu Zeshi's white hair stood upright, and he slammed his one arm on the armrest, crack, the fine sandalwood chair shattered instantly.
