Zhu Huan's face instantly went pale, and his body trembled slightly.
Royalty knows no family. The Zhu Clan, a true behemoth, was much like a Royal Family in that regard. Within his own territory, the Patriarch of the Zhu Clan was like an Emperor; his word was law, and he could decide the fate of hundreds of millions.
No fewer than ten of his brothers had once vied with Zhu Guangsheng for the position of Patriarch; now, Zhu Guangsheng was the only one still alive. Zhu Huan had survived only because he hadn't participated in the struggle. He was terrified of this older, full-blooded brother.
Zhu Huan gritted his teeth. "Brother, I'm willing to go to Shu Feng and apologize."
His own son had died a brutal death at Shu Feng's hands, yet he had to be the one to apologize. The thought filled Zhu Huan with a suffocating resentment. Still, apologizing was better than dying at the hands of Zhu Guangsheng.
