Frowning tightly, Master Xing held no regard for quibbling with women, and his indifferent gaze fell on the second uncle of the Xing family.
"Yuancheng, as for the deeds Ziyang committed, let's not even talk about the law, let's deal with him according to the family laws of the old Xing family—it wouldn't be too much, no matter what we do to him!"
His eyelids 'swooshed' upwards—the dissatisfaction in the eyes of the second uncle of the Xing family was evident, but his words softened, "Big brother, Ziyang is only a few days younger than Liehuo; they've always been at odds, admittedly competitive, but we can't just let him die, right?"
With cold eyes, the previously calm Master Xing's face changed abruptly, and suddenly, he raised his palm and slammed it down heavily on the tea table in front of him, causing the tea to splash out with force.
A hush fell over the room.
No one expected the old man to suddenly flare up.
Liehuo, with a stern face, hooked his lips slightly.