Ye Xiong and the others' expressions darkened. They knew Ye Xuan was putting on a show for them.
'Ye Xuan, enjoy this while you can. You won't be gloating for long.' Ye Xiong sneered inwardly. 'The position of Patriarch will soon be mine. He won't be able to act so arrogantly for much longer.'
BANG!
The Fourth Elder's face turned ashen as he was forced back into his chair. With rage flaring in his heart, he instantly crushed the armrest with one hand.
"Hmph!" Ye Xuan snorted. 'If I can't even secure this small privilege for my own son, what use am I as Patriarch?'
"Shuang'er, sit down," Ye Xuan called out to Ye Wushuang, his voice firm. "As long as I am Patriarch for one more day, I'd like to see who dares to utter a word of protest." 'If anyone objects today, I will not let it rest!'
