After Qian Feishun left, the room fell silent.
Qian Haiyu's eyes glimmered coldly as he murmured, "You've achieved the rank of Grandmaster, but in doing so, you've also betrayed the Qian Family. This battle, let's call it a tie."
From a young age, Qian Haiyu held animosity towards Qian Feishun.
He worked hard, while his brother was lost in indulgence; he immersed himself in books, while his brother knew only how to revel.
Yet, despite this, the elders of the family always favored his brother.
Moreover, his brother was exceptionally outstanding, his dandyism was merely superficial.
When he later strove for strength, he caught up with Qian Haiyu in a short time.
Qian Haiyu had endured his brother for many years, and now, finally forcing him out of the family door felt truly satisfying.
But as he thought of another figure, his expression gradually cooled.
Lowering his head, the pain in his chest reduced, but there were still spots of blood on the bandage.
