"The culprit is Ji Ning?" Northmont Baiwei said, frantic, "Father, what are you talking about? What 'culprit'? What are you saying?"
"Can't you guess?" Northmont Blacktiger looked at his son. This was the son who he had entrusted all his hopes to, the one whom he had always strove to train. If he hadn't placed all of his hopes on Baiwei, he would've left Baiwei to his own devices and let him become a carefree, ignorant, wastrel descendant. However, Blacktiger had instead always been very strict and exacting with him.