The gold color felt a bit glaring, yet it revealed an incomparably heavy evening beauty. All of a sudden, Ye Chen seemed to realize that this breathtaking sunset, just like the Clan Leader, was slowly descending. No wonder the Clan Leader had such a heavy heart, for he saw behind this poignant sunset, his own grave toward which he was slowly walking.
"Sir, the young master is back!" the old butler hurriedly said.
"Hmm!" The Clan Leader nodded.
In a certain sense, wasn't Ye Chen also the son of the Clan Leader? The relationship between the heir and the inheritor. Although there was no blood relation between the two, there was a deep friendship. Much like the relationship between an adoptive father and son.
