Yan Xiyu, with sword in hand and eyes blazing, charged fiercely forward without any deviation towards the Second Elder.
"Presumptuous!"
The confidant didn't have time to blame Dong Huiying, who at this moment was shrinking behind the chair of the Second Elder like a turtle.
In a moment of urgency, the confidant struck Yan Xiyu with a palm, sending him flying.
Yan Xiyu flew horizontally out of the conference hall door, then crashed heavily outside with a loud thud.
After striking, the confidant felt a bit regretful, after all, Yan Xiyu was of the Yan family.
There were rumors that the Yan Family Master valued this person greatly, even wanting to cultivate him as the future successor, so much so that he was willing to give up many interests to consolidate Yan Xiyu's position within the Yan family through marriage with the Qin family.
After all, within the Yan family, many were envious of Yan Xiyu, with many hoping to oust him and take his place.
