In the main hall of the back court, Feng Xuehai glimpsed the deceased Yuan Hong through the screen, a trace of hard-to-detect sorrow flashing in his eyes.
"Dad!" It was rare for Feng Wende to show a hint of panic.
Feng Jie and the other juniors were even more aggrieved, each with a pale face. Despite having no fewer than a hundred bodyguards in the house, they couldn't find the sense of security they should feel.
"You panic at the first sign of trouble? How can I trust you to take over the family?" Feng Xuehai stood unshaken, staring at the screen as he coldly admonished.
Feng Wende's heart jolted, "Father is right to teach me! I acknowledge my error!"
As the saying goes, having an elder in the family is like possessing a treasure. With Elder Master Feng as their Seafixing Divine Needle, everyone managed to calm their minds a bit.
Feng Shuya stared at the screen at the proud figure holding onto the Black Coffin, momentarily losing herself.
