"Why me?"
The old man's voice was loud and solemn, yet at the same time, soft and calm. Even without raising his head, Lucian could sense the growing heaviness around his neck.
If he wasn't aware of the situation, he would naturally think the pressure being inflicted on his neck was foreign hostility. Even in a crowd of such powerful elders, Lucian would hesitate to think that someone was after his life. Since over the years, the Feng clan had lost even the slightest of its glory and had fallen to the point that the world had turned its back against the clan.
The condition had become so severe that it wasn't wrong to say that the Fengs had been barely surviving due to their limited funds. The most evident proof was this same ceremony.
