"Exactly!"
Pei Ye, the Pei family's young master, immediately chimed in. "I think Yue Xiaofei is nothing but a puppet! Who doesn't know about Bai Bing's ambitions? She wants to use the Lu family's name to trample all of us underfoot!"
"We won't accept this!"
Xu Ming, the Xu Family's young master, shouted as well. "Tear up the Blood Covenants! Once we've all torn them up, he won't have any evidence. He can't force us to hand over our assets!"
The young masters of the other families also began weighing in.
They had grown up pampered, had never heard the legends of Lu Lanxin, and lacked their fathers' reverence for the Lu family. All they cared about was their families' interests.
The thought of surrendering half their family assets infuriated them, and they spoke up one after another. "Tear up the Blood Covenants! We can't let Bai Bing and Yue Xiaofei get their way!"
Their fathers, the heads of their respective families, remained silent.
Watching the frenzied younger generation, they were torn.
On the one hand, they still feared heaven's retribution.
On the other, the price of surrendering half their family assets was simply too steep.
The shattered jade pendant and toppled ancestral tablets at the Li family estate might not have seemed particularly consequential, but they still cast a shadow over their hearts.
Yet, faced with their children's fervor and the threat posed by the Bai family, they ultimately chose to give their tacit consent.
Perhaps heaven's retribution really had been nothing more than a coincidence?
Perhaps they could prosper even more without the Lu family's restraints?
Yue Xiaofei watched the scene before him and shook his head.
How fragile their supposed bonds were in the face of profit.
In these people's eyes, the kindness shown seventy years ago