The Nangong Family's patriarch slowly walked out, but as he walked, his knees remained rigid, devoid of any bend.
Therefore, his gait appeared very strange.
However, the frightened group didn't notice anything unusual, and Nangong Changsheng was no exception.
He rushed over, kneeling in front of the old man: "Father, you must forgive me; this isn't my fault, and I didn't know why my son would turn out this way, and..."
"I heard it was Shen Zhou who killed you."
"Now it's wonderful, you can continue to lead the Nangong Family to glory."
A ghastly voice emerged.
"Grandfather will no longer be able to lead us to glory, Dad, only I can make the Nangong Family better and better, and I definitely will, so please get up."
"Grandfather is dead, but even in death, he will listen to my arrangements; if you don't believe it, just watch."
Nangong Wangcai, who had sprung from behind, no longer had any trace of fear, only smugness.
He shouted, "Grandfather, kneel before me!"
