And as Chen Yunxing made his move, some also followed him toward the ancestral hall.
Inside the hall, the coal tycoon was lying on the ground, his once decent-looking face now bruised and swollen beyond recognition, resembling a pig's head from afar.
Even though he looked like a pig, he was still trying hard to think, to understand why he was being treated this way.
But no matter how much he thought, he just couldn't figure out what was happening.
What had he done? What mistake had he made for things to have turned out like this?
His father was about to become the clan leader, so why was he still receiving such treatment?
He hadn't done anything at all.
Moreover, even if he had done something, those actions were absolutely clandestine, known only to himself and no one else.
The coal tycoon became more and more distressed the more he thought about it, struggling to understand.