Dragon City, Nie Residence, a beacon of light in the night.
The nearly seventy-year-old patriarch Nie Datong sat in his pearwood armchair, eyes slightly closed.
Kneeling before him was a burly middle-aged man, who—if one looked closely—would be recognized as the renowned current Family Head of the Nie Family, Nie Zhenyuan.
At this moment, the Family Head of the Nie's, like a child who had erred, hung his head low, kneeling on the ground with hands bracing on his knees.
"Do you know where you went wrong?"
The patriarch above opened his eyes and spoke in a cold tone.
"Zhenyuan is obtuse, please enlighten me, Father,"
Nie Zhenyuan raised his head but quickly lowered it again.
However, the hint of a hidden smile quickly disappeared from his eyes.
Ever since he learned of Nie Kuangtu and Nie Feiyang's deaths, he had been excited for several hours.