Wang Siyuan, Now Family Head (Third Update, Seeking Monthly and Recommendation Tickets)

Guangling was first built in Ancient Times. Its worn bricks, tiles, and broken beams seemed like old men of the years, recounting one stirring tale of history after another. As the great Confucian scholars often said, one had only to visit this place to see the people and customs of Jiangdong.

Its many tributaries divided Guangling into a scattered patchwork. The horizontal ones became streets, the vertical ones roads. Bridges spanned flowing streams, concealing a quiet charm; drooping willows, white walls, copper rings, and wooden doors made it seem as though time had frozen here.

The Jia River ran slowly through Guangling, linking the Great River with South Lake. Passing before the Taiping Tower, its waters were crisscrossed by tower ships and painted pleasure boats, while green willows and spring breezes veiled both banks.

Inside the Taiping Tower, many martial artists sampled fresh and delicious dishes while discussing the state of the world and the changes in the Heaven, Earth, and Human Rankings.

As they spoke with spittle flying, they occasionally looked out the windows to admire the refreshing scenery. Beneath the willow trees, they saw a group of children wielding wooden sabers and swords, splitting into rival factions and playing to their hearts' content.

The child at the head, his hair tied into a skyward-pointing pair of tufts, had a wooden saber slung at his side. He stared solemnly at the richly dressed child across from him. "You neither fight nor retreat. What's the meaning of this?"

"I, Su Wuming, have never had the patience for arguing," the jade-pendant-wearing child said arrogantly.

The child with the skyward-pointing tufts immediately pointed at him. "You're cheating! You lost last time, so this time it's your turn to play the villain."

The jade-pendant-wearing child's eyes brimmed with tears. After a great struggle,