Beiming Jue walked in wearing black clothes, standing at the doorway while someone took the wool coat draped over his shoulders and hung it on the coat rack beside him.
He walked into the living room and asked Beiming Han, "Where is the old man?"
"He's putting on his burial clothes and will be sent to the ancestral hall soon," Beiming Han said casually, a hint of coldness in his voice.
"I'll go and see," Beiming Jue turned and went upstairs.
"Brother, I might as well kill him!" Huangfu Ye said through gritted teeth.
"Don't let me hear such words again in the future. Remember, his life is not important; any of your lives are a thousand times more important than his," Beiming Han said calmly.
"But his treacherous ambitions are already blatantly obvious..." Huangfu Ye said angrily.
