Everyone quieted down when Shentu Wei-Ye hit the floor tiles. 

Xia Lei continued where he left off. “Gramps, I know what you’re thinking. You’re not concerned about money. You just want to leave a fortune for the future generations of the Shentu clan and have the clan develop into a prominent clan, am I right?” 

Shentu Wei-Ye made no sound but Xia Lei’s words seemed to have struck a chord with him. 

“Male inheritance is an old-fashioned, traditional way of thinking for us Chinese and it is commonplace for women to be less valued in society. I am not surprised an old man like you thinks like this but have you thought about this? Even the emperor’s family gets forgotten after generations and generations. To put it bluntly - who would still remember you, Grandfather Shentu, after a hundred years or so?”

“What impudence!” Shentu Tian-Feng did not want to hear words like these; he was afraid that Xia Lei would persuade Shentu Wei-Ye with these ideas. He pointed at Xia Lei and shouted, “Shut up!”

Xia Lei suddenly roared back at Shentu Tian-Feng, “YOU...