"The old patriarch wants to see me?" Liang's expression shifted slightly, a flicker of curiosity dancing in his eyes. Why would that old fox want to see me alone?
After a moment of contemplation, a faint trace of interest surfaced.
He was on the verge of officially becoming the Dong Clan's son-in-law—but not yet. The rites had yet to be completed. The bond, though publicly acknowledged, was not sealed.
So why the summons now?
Testing me?
Clearing his thoughts, Liang rose from his seat and departed his palace, heading to meet the patriarch.
At the heart of the ancestral region lay a quiet garden surrounded by concentric formations , It was here that the patriarch, resided during his contemplative periods. No outer guards, no servants. Only stillness.
