Dai Lixing coldly swept his gaze over the few family elders present, a scornful smile playing on his lips.
He didn't respond immediately. Instead, he turned and walked to the window, his back to the others, his gaze fixed on the distance.
In the courtyard of the Marshal Mansion, sunlight spilled onto the emerald lawn, creating a scene of peace and tranquility. Inside the living room, however, the atmosphere was as frigid as an icehouse.
"Let bygones be bygones?"
Dai Lixing finally spoke, his voice low and cold. "Second Uncle, and the rest of you elders, you make it sound so simple. If Song Song hadn't arrived in time back then, I would have died on Wa Star long ago. Do you really think a few empty apologies can erase a debt of blood?"
Dai Weiyuan's expression changed slightly, and cold sweat beaded on his temples once more.
