Chen Bonan's face turned ashen, his wary eyes locked on the Great Elder. He never would have imagined that the Great Elder would personally intervene, much less so quickly.
"Chen Yunqian, you know why I'm doing this! We cannot let the feud from twenty-eight years ago go unavenged!" Chen Bonan said coldly, taking a deep breath.
"You're just courting death," the Great Elder, Chen Yunqian, said, his hands clasped behind his back as he strolled into the courtyard. "To attempt the impossible is simply foolish."
"And pinning your hopes for revenge on a worthless whelp is naive to the extreme."
"You are a direct descendant of the Chen Clan royalty, after all. How could you be so foolish?"
"Hmph!" Chen Bonan mocked. "If you think so little of Chen Yang, then why would you bother to intervene personally, Great Elder? Could it be that you're afraid? Afraid that Chen Yang will turn the tables and storm the Chen Family?"
THUD.
