In the Zeng Family council hall, a human head was placed on the table, and those eligible to attend from the Zeng Family entered the hall and saw that head at first glance.
One of them looked particularly grim because the head on the table was his son's. Although this was not his only son nor his favorite, his son was dead, beheaded, and sent to their door.
"Second Brother, my condolences."
A few people who had arrived earlier in the council hall looked at Zeng Xingtian, whose face was as somber as water, and stepped forward to comfort him.
Hmm.
Zeng Xingtian didn't take much consolation, directly striding towards the Family Head sitting at the upper position: "Family Head, my son's death doesn't matter, I don't lack just one son, but the plaque of the Zeng Family has been cut down, and we're directly being challenged at our door, there's nothing to hesitate about."
