"Family Head! Why does your branch get two entry slots for the Five Saints Secret Realms?"
"Exactly! And why does Seventh's branch get thirty percent of the Miao Field in the south?"
"Hmph! I think it's unfair too! Han'er manages the entire Rong Group. Why should your family get twenty percent of the shares?"
"..."
Amidst the clamor, every single member of the Rong family, every Family Elder, and many of Rong Bao's peers who had grown up with him—all of them had forgotten what it meant to be a noble family with a century of heritage. They screamed until they were red in the face.
Where was the unity of a family? Where was the idea of blood being thicker than water and branches growing from the same tree? At this moment, it was already a blessing that they weren't actively treating each other as mortal enemies.
