(｀0′) I'm your brother, your own brother, are you going to beat me to death?

Dugu Feng was so frightened by the aura surging from her that he retreated again and again. Wind rose beneath his feet as he hurriedly hid behind Shen Yeting, poked out his head, and said, "Sister, you can't blame it all on me. Don't you know what our father is like? He wouldn't let me go to the Western Continent to look after the Lin Family, so how would I dare ask about it? Besides, the one who lost the child was Lin Zhique. Even if you want to settle accounts, you have to go to him first."

Dugu Dingyan was just like his name. Once he spoke, he never took it back. Dugu Feng had suffered no small number of beatings whenever he failed to behave.

"Hehe! I don't believe Father could keep his eyes on the Ten Directions Hall forever. It was clearly you who didn't take it to heart. If only you had sent people or written a letter, it's not as if there were no acquaintances in the Green Pavilion Sect."

"You weren't even willing to send a single letter. In the end, no one in the entire Dugu Clan cared about this child of mine. And you call yourself my own brother."

Pressure surged within the main hall, showing just how furious Dugu Zixuan was now. This own brother of hers had never once handled a single matter for her without causing worry, from beginning to end.

Dugu Feng's expression changed drastically. He shoved Shen Yeting with his hand and said, "Madam, hurry and talk her down. It's not as if I never sent messages in private. On the Green Pavilion Sect's side, either there was no news at all, like a stone sinking into the sea, or they only replied after a long time