Over the azure sea, the wind gusted, sunlight scattered like broken gold across the water.
When Long Xiliang's grandmother was buried, a sunshower fell; beneath the bright light, the warm rain drizzled down Long Xiliang's face.
The man standing before the old lady's tombstone raised his head, the rain falling into his eyes. He blinked, yet his deep, somber eyes remained unmoved by the rain.
Due to the grandmother's funeral, many members of the Long Family came to Rhode Island. After a century of development, surviving numerous battles, the Long Family's population was not particularly flourishing.
Only those who survived, those branches of the Long Family continuing the legacy, are each exceptionally shrewd.
However, facing Long Xiliang, the young and newly appointed Family Head, they dared not act recklessly.
Back when Long Xiliang was merely Long Seventh Master, these branches were tidied up by him more or less.
