Extravagance, Epiphany, Madness!

Under the headlights, the tiles of the old-fashioned eaves lay linked together, while the freshly painted vermilion lacquer gleamed with a translucent sheen beneath the moonlight.

The group from the restaurant drove into the residence and, led by the steward, headed for the kitchen workroom.

Yang Residence Banquet Hall.

Over a hundred glass lamps hung down from the ceiling, circling the square hall like a small palace.

Streams of warm orange light spilled down, making Yang Zhaoxing's old face look rosy even before he had taken a drink.

Yang Zhaoxing raised his wine cup and introduced the important members of the Yang Family attending today's gathering to the young man beside him, one by one.

There were too many people, so the younger generation around Yang Yuelian's age was broadly passed over. Still, every one of them raised their cups, bowing and nodding toward the young man seated beside the family head, their eyes carrying a trace of ingratiation.

What had happened at noon had been far too shocking.

Even those who had not gone had heard an even more exaggerated version from those who had witnessed it firsthand.

When Meng Chuan unleashed his might, even the family head had fled with his head in his hands!

Seeing the Yang Family's attitude, Meng Chuan was not someone who refused to give others face.

He lifted his cup and responded to them all with a smile.

After sitting down and looking around, Meng Chuan also understood what kind of predicament the Yang Family was facing.

They truly had a gap in their ranks, with no capable successors.

The only one who could step forward was Yang Yuelian.

The rest were all merely at the level of Martial Practitioners; there was not even a single Martial Artist among them.

Aside from Yang