City No. 5, Mountain City.
Ginkgo Manor on the mountainside was still brightly lit at 4 a.m.
This place was like a playground that never sleeps. Every night, the young ones from the consortiums, who saw no future in their family, would drive their sports cars and set the whole city ablaze with noise.
However, the small house on the hill of Ginkgo Manor remained quietly tranquil.
As if they were two worlds that never merged.
In the small house where the Qing Clan House Master resided alone, the old man was still sitting cross-legged in the dark with his head bowed, lost in thought. Qing's shadow stood silently waiting behind him.
No one knew how much time had passed before the shadow said, "You succeeded."
"Mm," the old man responded casually.
