C579 The Grudge Between the Two Families

"Father," the young man said softly, his head bowed as he turned around. A cool, detached air surrounded him, his eyes sharp and focused, yet he held back the intensity of his gaze.

The elder, who looked to be in his sixties, wore a simple, patterned robe. His brow was etched with a touch of grimness. He didn't give off any noticeable aura