Within the Hall of Politics at the Xu family's Jing Mountain outskirts residence, silence pervaded the moment. The normally tranquil and harmonious estate was now shrouded in a gloom, as all the high-ranking members of the Xu family, the elders from the side branches, including the Clan Master Xu Xiangyang and the three pillars of the family line including Xu Wentian, Xu Wenwu, and Xu Wendao, were all seated within, their faces grim, as if one could scrape a layer of frost from them.
With a crisp "slap," Xu Xiangyang fiercely slapped his palm onto the vermilion-colored nanmu wood, leaving a palm imprint one foot deep, and then stood up to coldly declare, "What exactly is going on? Can someone give me an explanation? Xu Cheng, you speak!"
"Grandfather, today I ran into Yan Moshan, and he insulted me... I couldn't help but retort, never expecting this little beast would dare to hit me, to beat me to such a state. Grandfather, you must stand up for me!"