When news of Fang Rui's death reached the Fang Family, the entire clan was consumed by fury.
"Rui'er is dead? Who did this?!"
"How dare that villain defy our Fang Family!"
"Investigate! Find out every detail! I don't care who's responsible—they must die!"
...
The inner residence of the Fang Family.
Fang Qixian's expression was grim, like a volcano on the verge of erupting.
The few men standing by to report were silent, terrified of provoking him.
"Has Ding Tong returned?"
At Fang Qixian's question, a middle-aged man at his side stepped half-forward and answered, steeling himself.
"Clan Elder, we have no news yet."
BAM!
Fang Qixian slammed his palm onto the small pearwood table, and the sheer force of the blow instantly shattered it.
"Didn't I tell you to investigate? Where's the news?!"
The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed as he saw the faint golden Profound Light flash for an instant. He couldn't help but swallow hard.
