Within the ancestral hall, Qi Yunshu’s corpse lay down on the icy cold floor. His face was pale gray and his eyes were still wide, as if he were still in stark disbelief up until the moment he died.

Qi Dongtai’s eyes were closed as he leaned back against a large wooden chair. His voice was light as he said, “I already said long ago that a person shouldn’t be too arrogant, otherwise sooner or later, disaster will visit them. Yunshu was obedient and docile in front of me, but when he left the family he was domineering and tyrannical. Although I am old, I am not yet blind. I naturally knew of all of this. So, he only has himself to blame for this fatal accident today.”

The faint words spread throughout the ancestral hall. The fourth family manager to the right lowered his head, not daring to say any words to follow up. Everyone knew that the old master’s words were cruel and scolding, but in reality, he favored...