The great hall was utterly silent until Xia Yuan finally spoke in a deep voice.

"He's only seventeen. Isn't it a bit too early to name him the next head of the Xia family? And what about Xue'er? He's your son, Big Brother, and so outstanding. By all rights, he should be the one chosen to carry the Xia family's mantle!"

Xia Yuan had now completely regained his composure, returning to the demeanor of a great general on the battlefield. These words were sincere, not just empty pleasantries. Xia Xue was the eldest son of the direct line in the third generation of the Xia family. More importantly, he was skilled in both literary and martial arts. In the Northern Frontier, his fame had long since shaken the borderlands. With just one major battle, he could inherit the Xia family's name and become the next God of War for Great Wu!

He was the most outstanding descendant of the third generation the Xia family had produced so far. Whether in terms of personal talent, strength, or seniority, he was the undisputed choice for the next family head!