"Insolent! Utterly insolent!" The middle-aged man's face turned livid as he slammed his fist on the Eight Immortals table, roaring at the young man's retreating back.
"Alright, that's enough! Calm down. Honestly, don't you think we've been unfair all these years? It's only natural for Yingjie to harbor resentment." Beside the middle-aged man, a white-haired elder, his face a canvas of crisscrossing scars, shook his head and sighed.
"Dad, hasn't our Miao Clan always been a meritocracy? Doesn't Miao Yingjie know that? Yes, many of our resources have been directed toward Haohao, but he should be asking himself why he isn't as outstanding! If succession was based on being the eldest legitimate grandson, the Miao Clan would have been wiped out long ago!" the middle-aged man retorted angrily.
