Meanwhile, in the Capital, at the Jiang Family Mansion.
It was late into the night; even a bustling place like the Capital had succumbed to the silence of the deep night. Yet, inside the Jiang Family Mansion's reception hall, lights were still abundantly bright.
Jiang Tianyi sat at the head of the reception hall, his gaze lowered. The teacup in his hand was emitting wisps of steam, merging with the quiet atmosphere around him, creating an eerie feeling.
Beside him, Jiang Le Kang and Jiang Qiguang sat shoulder to shoulder, their gazes also lowered, not making a sound.
The vast reception hall was engulfed in a deathly silence, which, combined with the antique architectural surroundings, gave a particularly strange feeling.
"Father"
