Meanwhile in the kingdom of Idora.

A bone-chilling silence ensued as everyone stared at the old man sitting majestically on the chair at the center while the others stood in front of him. Nobody dared to breathe louder, let alone speak at that moment considering how dark and frightening his expression was.

It was as though hell would reign over if they so far as to even budged from their places.

"I repeat, how did this happen?" The old man roared and some of the weak-hearted ones in the crowd trembled in fear.

"I have never been this ashamed in my entire life and now, I cannot even face the people properly. All I hear is words of ridicule and it is all due to that bastard.....Xie Zhelan." The old man gritted his teeth and darted a spiteful glance at the crowd in front of him.

"Old Master...." One of the ladies who was dressed elegantly stepped forward to ease the tension. Even though she looked exquisite and dainty, her eyes were swollen and red and her face was filled with exhaustion.

"I..." She had somehow mustered the courage to speak to him, only to fumble and pause when she saw him glaring daggers at her. His enraged gaze made her heart skip a beat and she lowered her head immediately.

"Fan Jian, you are his mother. You will only choose his side." He sneered. "I never knew Xie Zhelan was using such unconventional methods to cultivate and raise his powers. Nevertheless, he was able to overpower everyone, including me at such a young age." The old man narrowed his eyes, his tone turning low and threatening as time passed.

Old age had not reduced his aura even a bit. Instead, it had only made him look wiser and more intimidating. His strong temperament was too much for almost all the people in Idora to handle and other than the king himself, no one in Idora dared to speak back to him even.

"I, Xie Zedong, have never been this humiliated before and this is all due to your son, Zhiyao." He stared at his eldest son, who at that moment had his eyes downcast.

"The entire world is laughing at me and all my reputation and prestige have been shattered into pieces by your son. Could you not keep an eye on him? He is a disgrace to our clan." He spat, his chest heaving lightly in fury.

"Grandfather," Unable to tolerate her father being chastised in front of everyone Xie Xinya stopped forward, ignoring everyone's curious gazes on her. "Please do not blame Father for this."

Although her voice was soft, it was anything but gentle and she stood confidently in front of the old man, her light amber-brown eyes, special to the Xie Clan, staring back at him with equal fervor.

"Father is as innocent as everyone else here is when it comes to this matter."

"Xinya," Zhiyao warned her and shook his head. But the girl ignored him and stood firm on her ground.

"If you really have to blame someone for what brother did, then blame yourself, Grandfather. Was it not you who indulged him and encouraged him to go ahead with what he was doing?"

Her strong argument evoked gasps from everyone in the hall while Xie Zedong took deep breaths to control himself.

"If you were not my beloved granddaughter, you would not be standing here and breathing for another moment. Looks like the people in the Xie mansion have become audacious in my absence." Again, he ran his eyes at the people in front of him and they lowered their heads when they met his fierce gaze. He was incensed, they got it. And if they did not stay silent, there would definitely not stay alive. They were not as fortunate as his granddaughter, Xinya, to be blessed with his favor.

The old man did not condone the others like he did his direct descendants.

However, albeit being intimidated by his grandfather, it did not stop Xie Yimu. 'I have been waiting for this day for years now, Zhelan. You were throwing your arrogance and ego at me every time. So, do not blame me for what I will be doing today."

"Grandfather..." He hid his smile and forced back his excitement. "Please do not blame Xinya. She was just worried for her father and brother."

Although he was trying to appease the old man, his words served to do the opposite.

Xinya was not a fool and she perceived what her half-brother was trying to do. 'As expected. He is using this opportunity to sow discord between us." She scoffed and glared at him, directing all her anger on him. 'He is as despicable as ever.'

"Nobody among us knew that Zhelan was using the Demonic Cultivation technique all this time. Otherwise, we would have surely stopped him in time." He tried hard to alleviate the situation, striving to appear as if he cared about his brother. "We should not blame Father for this."

The old man stayed silent as he observed his grandson keenly. 'Do you think I am a fool, child, that I will not be able to discern what you are trying to do here?" He thought, not giving away his true thoughts whatsoever. 'I know what exactly you are trying to achieve here. But I will not allow you to do it, not now, not ever."

"It does not matter now. Zhelan has done what he wanted and I will do what I should." The old man picked up his copper cane that had a silver handle designed in the form of a dragon.

"Grandpa..." Xinya attempted to stop him but the man held his palm at her.

"Zhelan has brought me and my clan a lot of shame and I will not allow him to be a disgrace anymore."

"Grandfather, no." Xinya tried to stop him. Even her mother, Fan Jian, who had attempted to speak previously but had been forced into silence by the old man shook her head fervently as tears slid down her cheeks.

"After what Zhelan did, there is no place for him to be here anymore. I, Xie Zedong, as the head of the Xie Clan declare that I am disowning Xie Zhelan starting today. He will no longer be a member of the Xie family anymore."

"Grandfather..."

"Zhelan is dead for us and nobody is to mention him from now on. This..." The old man tapped his cane twice. "Is my order."