Ye Zhentian did not turn around. His gaze remained fixed on Northlake Province on the map.
"Better that he died."
The old man's voice was weathered and cold. "Death is a release, too. If he'd lived to stand trial and dredged up all those skeletons in the closet, his end would only have been uglier."
"Dad, I don't understand."
Ye Aiguo could not help asking, "That Xiao Chen was a bastard, but he was still just a junior. Did one junior's foolish actions really warrant wiping out the entire Xiao Family..."
"Yes!"
Ye Zhentian spun around and slammed his cane against the floor with a heavy thud.
In his clouded yet still piercing eyes flickered something called reverence.
"Aiguo, you're still too young. You can't see what's really going on."
Ye Zhentian walked over to the Grand Master's Chair and sat down. He lifted his teacup, only to discover that the tea had gone completely cold.
"Do you think this is a political struggle? Do you think this is about dividing up interests?"
The old man shook his head, a cold, self-mocking smile curling his lips. "It's neither."
"I just called my former superior."
Ye Aiguo shuddered at those words.
The former superior his father spoke of was someone who truly stood above them all, whose every word carried absolute authority.
"My former superior gave me just four words."
Ye Zhentian raised four gaunt fingers.
"What four words?" Ye Aiguo held his breath.
"A peerless national pillar."
Boom!
Ye Aiguo felt a roar explode inside his head.
Those four words carried far too much weight!
"My former superior said something else, too." Ye Zhentian set down his teacup, his gaze turning unfathomably deep. "He said that fool from the Xiao Family hadn't kicked an iron wall this time. He'd kicked