A month passed just like that. Jiang Yujie's leg injury had fully healed, and Grandpa Yun's birthday was fast approaching.
That day, many people arrived in Yun City. Car after car drove toward Yun Mansion, forming a long dragon on the road.
Once they reached Yun Mansion, the vehicles parked neatly outside, and one "person of wealth or status" after another stepped out.
These people exchanged pleasantries with smiles on their faces. Butler Bai then led the distinguished guests inside, while Grandpa Yun waited outside the living room.
Although many people had come, only around a dozen actually entered the Yun family.
These must be the heads or heirs of the various Lineages.
As they drew closer, I carefully examined their appearances and attire.
At a glance, the man in the lead was extremely burly.
He looks a little like Jiang Yujie. Could this be his old man? I thought.
Behind him was a short, balding old man, around five feet tall.
His cheekbones protruded, and his eyes were rather small. Every now and then, a shrewd glint flashed through those tiny eyes. One look was enough to tell he was not someone to provoke.
Chen Hao followed behind the old man with a pale face, remaining silent.
This was probably his elder, perhaps even the Chen family's head.
Seeing Chen Hao looking so weak, I figured it must have been because I had injured him in the square that day, and he still had not recovered.
Still, it was strange that he had not healed after so long.
Only later did I learn that to those who cultivated yin energy, the damage inflicted by the Lightning Attribute was utterly terrifying.
Behind them was a beautiful woman in her thirties.
She stood with both hands behind her back, her spine