The Family Head had already removed his face armor.
He had a square face, sharp eyebrows like ink, a ruddy complexion, and his gaze conveyed gentleness and understanding.
He sat down on the sofa opposite Wu Xiaode and slowly said,
"Arian, oh Arian, your branch has been in decline within the entire family for a long time. I fully understand your desire to restore the family's honor."
"Can you truly understand?" Wu Xiaode asked.
He began impersonating the proud Arian, adopting Arian's tone of voice.
A smile spread across the Family Head's face.
"Your grandfather's talents were very mediocre, which is why he had no qualifications to join the Council but could only serve as an ordinary staff member, pouring tea and water for the big shots."
"And your father, he was of my generation. His swordsmanship was quite impressive, but he was unlucky."
Wu Xiaode remained silent, just watching the other party.
The Family Head showed a nostalgic expression and continued talking to himself:
