Dusk deepened.
Dongling Marquis Mansion.
Front yard.
Gathered around the chests holding the Immortal Silk, Luyi and Zhong Ling could not help letting out bursts of amazement.
Their fingers gently brushed over the fabric, fine and smooth as water, and their eyes were filled with delight.
Liu Wanwan set Xiao Doubao down, then bent to pick out a bolt of Immortal Silk with the faintest cloud pattern and the softest color. She held it up against Xiao Doubao and smiled. "This one will make our Xiao Doubao a little dress. It's sure to look beautiful."
"Yay! Yay!!" Xiao Doubao hugged the fabric, her eyes turning bright as she bounced in place.
Watching this scene, a thread of warmth rose in Jiang Ning's heart.
He turned to Jiang Li and said, "Eldest brother, those gold and Gold Notes—take inventory tomorrow. Keep a portion for the mansion's expenses. The rest, I need to use."
Jiang Li nodded and asked no further questions. "All right. Leave it to me."
The night deepened. Inside the marquis mansion, the lamps blazed bright, and the fragrance of wine and food drifted through the air.
The family sat around the table, raising cups and exchanging toasts, laughter and chatter unceasing.
As Jiang Ning watched the scene before him, the heavy stone weighing in his heart seemed to lighten a little.
But he knew in his heart that peace was only temporary.
He had also seen the Martial Saint; now, all Vitality was gone from him, his Life Limit was approaching, and the day of his seated passing was drawing ever nearer.
Once he passed away, that would be the moment that truly decided life and death, survival and destruction.
He was perfectly clear that many people would surely want to make a move against him.
This heaven