The hall was plunged into dead silence.

Finally, Xia Qian spoke in a low, heavy voice.

"Second Brother, have you not reflected on why things have become this way?"

Xia Yuan was stunned once again. Suddenly, he felt that after being away for fourteen years, his family had become somewhat unfamiliar. Whether it was his elder brother who had once doted on him, or his younger brother who had once respected him, their attitudes toward him had changed.