The doors of the main hall slammed shut.
Only the members of the Feng family and some servants remained.
Like a bunch of hungry wolves, the elders of the Feng family eyed the Second Young Master with thinly veiled self-interest, each of them calculating the perfect moment to curry favor with him.
They were eager to find an opportunity to win his favor.
After all, the Second Younger Master was no longer the same person they once knew.
Now, he radiated an aura of arrogance intertwined with unshakeable confidence.
In the elders' minds, the Second Young Master was undoubtedly the next patriarch of the Feng family.
However, before any of them could make a move…
Feng Shen rose from his seat.
The elders held their breath, pausing their intentions as they awaited the Second Young Master's next move. Above all, they were determined not to appear disrespectful.
