The next morning, Sol returned back to his clan's mansion, instantly heading to his father's room without wasting any second of his time.
On his way to his father's room, multiple servants, disciples, and blood relatives greeted him, wishing him a good morning and day. Yet, contrary to the gentle and kind words Sol always let out in response, this time, he ignored their existence without giving any single word back to them.
However, knowing of the crisis he was currently in and the problem he had caused to the whole clan, everyone understood why he wasn't in the mood to speak to anyone, much less stop in his way while appearing to be hasty in his steps, not wanting to be disturbed.
They had to say it, but even they didn't want to greet Sol anymore. Seeing him around made them burn with fury, almost unable to resist the fury to kill this bastard of a son on the spot.
