Huzi, who had just been harshly slapped across the face by his own father, covered his face and tears of pain streamed down, yet he still didn't understand what was going on.
His father adored him the most, and even if he made a mistake ordinarily, he would just be scolded a bit and that was it.
But to be hit directly, Huzi had encountered it less than five times in his twenty years, and usually when he was a child. After he grew up, because of his pride, his father never hit him.
"Dad! What are you doing!" Huzi covered his face and incredulously roared.
Suppressing the anger in his heart, Huzi's father retorted, "You unfilial son, do you want to doom our whole family? Kneel, my child, you have provoked a fearsome figure indeed!"
Hearing his father's words, Huzi suddenly became dumbstruck, a chill creeping up in his heart. How powerful was the person who made his own father watch as he knelt there, leaving him unable to utter a single word?
