Qing Tian Clan

Hua Clan Listening to the Ancestor go on and on, the middle-aged man who had greeted Li Bai earlier cleared his throat and said respectfully, "Ancestor, shouldn't we introduce Young Master Bai?"

Everyone in the room looked awkward as the Ancestor rambled on without end.

"Oh, dear! I really am getting old. I nearly forgot to introduce everyone. Xiao Bai, let me introduce you."

The Qing Tian Clan's Ancestor slapped her forehead.

Then she pointed at the middle-aged man who had spoken. "This is the current head of the Qing Tian Clan, Qing Tian Juuichirou, my eldest grandson. My sons are either hanging on by a thread or lying in bed. Not one of them is any use."

The room filled with awkward silence once again.

The Ancestor was already over a hundred years old. No matter how young the next generation was, they were all in their seventies or eighties. In China, living to seventy was already considered rare. They hadn't exactly died young!

That label of "useless" was a heavy burden to bear.

The Qing Tian Clan's third-generation head, the middle-aged Qing Tian Juuichirou, gave a bitter smile but didn't dare argue. As long as the Ancestor was happy, that was all that mattered.

The Qing Tian Family had been built up single-handedly by the Ancestor after the war, through sheer effort. Its story was far more inspiring than the one told in A Bowl of Soba. It was thanks to the sacrifices and hard work of their elders that everyone now enjoyed such comfortable lives and social standing.

One of the Qing Tian Clan's family rules was to be grateful. The younger generations all respected the Ancestor deeply. Especially now that she had lived past a hundred and had five generations gathered under one roof—it was a