"Xiong'er!" Yu Zeshi cried out in alarm, shooting up from his chair like an enraged lion.
He had been the family head for over thirty years, and he was also a Spirit Gathering Realm expert. Though he had stepped down many years ago and his strength had greatly declined, a dead tiger still retained its might. When he rose in fury, everyone's hearts chilled, and they involuntarily took a step back.
"Old Family Head, if you insist on going your own way, I'm afraid you'll lose more than just one son!" a Yu family member said coldly. He was the son of Yu Zeshi's cousin, named Yu Sheng. Just over forty, he had reached the Tenth Layer of Body Refining and was in the prime of his life.
Normally, he called him "Uncle Zeshi" with great warmth, but now he had turned his face without mercy and charged right to the front line.
"How dare you!" Yu Zeshi's white hair stood on end. His lone arm slammed down on the armrest with a bang, and the fine sandalwood chair instantly shattered to pieces.
"Old Family Head, think thrice before you act!" The sword swept across Yu Xiong's neck, cutting half an inch into the flesh. Blood immediately streamed out. The sword-wielder was Yu Sheng's son, only twenty this year, yet incomparably ruthless.
Yu Zeshi's eyes were about to split apart. If he still had his cultivation, rescuing his grandson and suppressing the rebellion would naturally have been as easy as turning his hand. But now, other than compromise, did he have a second path to take?
"Grandpa—" Yu Xiong trembled in terror, sniveling as he called out. Grandpa had always doted on him the most, so, scared witless, all he wanted was to throw himself into his grandfather's arms and