The atmosphere in the main hall was heavy.
Everyone wore subtle, complicated expressions.
The eldest son, Xue Wenjun, said displeasedly, "Fourth Brother, today is Father's longevity banquet. Whether your birthday gift is precious or not, so long as you put thought into it, Father will surely be pleased. Hurry and take it out!"
Quite a few people nodded.
The second son, Xue Wenpu, said with a smile that did not reach his eyes, "Fourth Brother, don't keep everyone waiting too long. Delaying us is no great matter, but if you delay Father's longevity banquet, that would be a grave disrespect!"
Xue Hongfeng's expression flickered uncertainly.
In the end, he sighed inwardly and took out the gift he had prepared long ago from his sleeve.
It was a Saint-Grade Immortal Pill. Though precious, it was far inferior to the birthday gifts presented by his three elder brothers.
The moment they saw such a gift, laughter broke out across the hall.
"As expected, I shouldn't have held any hopes."
The Great Elder shook his head repeatedly.
The third son, Xue Wenshan, even sighed. "This... this is the birthday gift you kept hidden away, too afraid to show anyone? Fourth Brother, you have truly disappointed me."
Xue Wenjun and Xue Wenpu could not help but reveal cold smiles. This Xue Hongfeng truly had no prospects!
The laughter and gazes in the hall stabbed fiercely into Xue Hongfeng's heart like knife blades.
He abruptly raised his head, looked at his father, and said, "Father, actually, this time, your son also—"
Before he could finish, Xue Changtian waved a hand to interrupt him, his tone indifferent. "Sit down. I more or less understand your intentions."
Xue Hongfeng froze. A tide of bitterness and disappointment surged uncontrollably through his heart.
Ever since he was little, his