In the main hall of the Leclair Residence, the Leclair family elder sat dressed in a satin teal Tang suit, gripping a cane in both hands. His aged face was tense as he watched the group of old men arguing back and forth.
"Elder Leclair, such a major incident has occurred, surely you can't just keep quiet and shoulder all this without taking a position."
The elder of the Yeager family, seated on a carved rosewood chair, spoke with a feigned smile, "Over the years, why has our Southern Alliance of family clans maintained such a lofty status? It's not just due to the accumulated prestige of our ancestors, but because of our unity—a united front as strong as iron, impenetrable to outsiders. And now your grandson has shattered this unity without informing any of us, sealing off the sea without notice, stirring rage from all directions.
The Imperial City has already sent investigators down here. How do you intend to handle this matter?"
