"Young Master Huai, hurry and pay your respects," Lu San reminded him in a low voice.
Only then did Lu Huai react. He hurriedly saluted. "Lu Huai pays his respects..." For a moment, he didn't know what to say. In public, he always called Lu Yin Seventh Brother. Though they were of different generations, he felt he was qualified to treat Lu Yin as a brother. But now that he was truly
facing Lu Yin, he couldn't bring himself to say it.
"Young Master Huai," Lu San urged.
Lu Huai's eyes flickered. He gritted his teeth. "I pay my respects to Seventh Brother."
Lu Yin looked at him calmly. "Seventh Brother? Why are you calling me that?"
Before Lu Huai could answer, Lu Yin spoke again. "Who gave you permission to call me that?"
Lu Huai's face went pale.
"And what makes you think you're qualified to call me that?"
The three questions left Lu Huai's thoughts in disarray. He didn't know how to answer.
Lu San knew Lu Huai was in for trouble. No one could do much about the things Lu Huai had done—not even Old Ancestor Lu Yuan had interfered much. But Lu Yin was different. He was the one who could truly decide the Lu family's fate.
"Kneel." Lu Yin stepped forward, passed Lu Huai, and left.
Lu Huai's pupils flickered. Kneel here? People were coming and going, and the Lu family gates stood right ahead. Countless outsiders could see him.
Kneel here?
He didn't want to, but an invisible pressure forced him down. It wasn't pressure from Lu Yin's strength. It came from those two casually spoken words, from that person himself.
There was no need for force. That person's very existence was a source of oppression.
Lu Huai clenched his fists and slowly knelt.