Huang Feihu was about to explain, but the elder sighed and said, "Let us do our best and accept fate. If I can contribute to the Huang Family's glory, then I am doing my duty. And if you can meticulously cultivate an heir for the family, you are doing yours. As for fate... it is unknowable, and irreversible!"
After saying these words, Huang Feihu's forehead instantly broke out in cold sweat. From the time he inherited the position of Patriarch up until now, it was the first time in decades that he had heard this Seventh Uncle speak so much, and that sigh inevitably stirred a multitude of thoughts in his mind.
For a moment, Huang Feihu truly felt somewhat panicked.
Slowly, in a trance, Huang Feihu seemed to feel as if he had returned to those years when he was full of vigor and had just taken over as Patriarch.
