"That is the Patriarch's seat. You... seem to be in the wrong place." Ye Xuan's sharp gaze locked onto Ye Xiong, who was seated before the crowd.
Ye Xiong's brow furrowed, and he sneered, "I am the Patriarch now. This seat is mine by right. How could I be in the wrong place?"
"Yours!"
Ye Xuan let out a mocking laugh. "Did you really think you could usurp my position as Patriarch just by conspiring with them to rebel?"
"Conspiring to rebel!" Hearing this, the faces of the assembled Elders turned ugly. The Seventh Elder, in particular, frowned and said, "Ye Xuan, don't you dare make baseless accusations! As Patriarch, you were incapable of leading the Ye Family to glory. It's only natural for someone more capable to take your place!"
"Only natural!" Ye Xuan suddenly spun around to face the Seventh Elder, his voice cold. "An Elder, addressing the Patriarch by his given name. Do you even see me as your Patriarch anymore?!"
