Wei Lang smiled as his grandmother praised him over and over for the performance he had put out at the arena.
After the exhibition and they were announced winners, he had gone to his family manor where every member of the family showered him with congratulations and praises except from his father.
His father, Wei Feng, stood by the window, a cup in his hand then he looked at him.
"You did well today, Lang'er," Wei Feng said, his voice booming in the quiet study. "My minister's friend congratulated me tonight. Even the elders from the main branch had to admit our second branch has finally produced a talent worth noting. The prestige… I can feel the tide turning."
Wei Lang let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Finally, his father was praising him just like he wanted. "Thank you, father. I worked hard on…"
"But," Wei Feng interrupted, the warmth vanishing from his voice as he tapped a hand around the cup.
