In the Huajia Hall, Hua Hai's corpse lay on the ground, his eyes still wide open, an expression of utter disbelief etched upon him in death.
Old Master Hua and Hua Chun stood there, their faces solemn, their expressions heavy.
Hua Chun's fists were clenched tightly, his eyes burning with fury, and a terrifying aura of killing intent emanated from him.
"Sigh..."
Old Master Hua let out a deep sigh, squatted down, and gently closed Hua Hai's eyes.
"Damn Xiao Yifeng, I swear I will make sure you die a miserable death!"
Hua Chun roared in anger.
"Calm down!"
Old Master Hua reprimanded sternly.
"Father, now that Little Hai is dead, how do you expect me to remain calm? Little Hai was the only heir of our Hua Family!"
Hua Chun snarled, his face contorted, his eyes ablaze with rage.
"And what use is your anger? Can you possibly deal with him? Have you forgotten how the Wu Family and the Situ Family were annihilated?"
Old Master Hua said sternly, his expression grave.
"I..."
