"Hahaha, Xue Zhongjian, you really did raise a fine son. He disgraced you in public, wasting the illustrious reputation you built over a lifetime on such a son."
"Old Xue, your son died just like that. You're not angry, are you? Let me see whether you're angry or not."
"What's wrong, Old Xue? Your son died right before your eyes. Don't you feel even the slightest bit of rage?"
Within a galaxy, voices rang out one after another, while the middle-aged man seated at the very center of the galaxy had the skin of his face twitch slightly.
Before him hung an enormous screen of light, displaying the scene of Ye Lin having just slain Xue Feng.
Behind the middle-aged man stood a young man with a long sword strapped to his back.
"Father, little brother is dead."
The young man spoke softly.
"Yes, he's dead. I told him long ago not to go to that sort of place, but he wouldn't listen. He wouldn't listen. He died at another's hands—who can he blame but himself?"
"A whole group of people couldn't beat one person, yet they still had the nerve to invoke my name?"
The middle-aged man said coldly, his eyes filled with icy intent.
"Father, should I avenge little brother for you? He may be strong, but he's no match for me."
The young man asked again. Although he was delighted that this fool had died, they were family in the eyes of outsiders after all. He still had to put on a show for appearances' sake.
"When will the cycle of vengeance ever end? The fault lies entirely with that wastrel. Even though he's dead now, it was because he overestimated himself and went looking for trouble with others. Now that he went looking for trouble and