Inner city, Pingxing Street.
After returning to Sheng Tian, Gao Yudong had directly used the silver he had embezzled to renovate himself a larger, more imposing residence.
Under the court established by the bandits, he could use this money without restraint, without worrying that the authorities would come after him.
Though the grassland people were somewhat rough and uncouth, they let bygones be bygones when it came to past matters, which pleased him greatly.
At the very least, he no longer had to live every day in fear of his home being raided and his entire family exterminated. That alone was quite good.
The only fly in the ointment was that in recent years, martial cultivators of the martial world had been causing increasingly serious trouble, leaving him unable to sleep soundly.
Whenever he thought of those brutes who acted without scruple and observed not the slightest rule, Gao Yudong's expression darkened.
Of course, he knew that quite a few people had their eyes on his head now. It was worth a bounty of one hundred thousand taels in the Southern Dynasty—enough to make him want to turn in his own head.
"Hm?" Gao Yudong, already in a poor mood, suddenly heard a disturbance coming from the main residence and immediately looked over.
The next moment, his face grew so dark it seemed ready to drip water.
It was none other than his legitimate son, Gao Liang. Ever since returning to Sheng Tian, his son had spent every day drinking himself senseless and coming home late, lingering in brothels without ever wanting to leave.
Because of his father's demands, the boy had once lived through the bitter days of poverty. Now that they had returned, he could no longer suppress his nature, spending money in brothels every day like water.