Xiao Yan casually stretched his body in the room when an aged voice suddenly came from outside. "Third Young Master, the clan head asks that you go to the hall!"
Xiao Yan was very familiar with that voice. It belonged to Steward Mo, who had looked after him since childhood. "All right, I'll be right there." He answered casually, changed into a fresh set of clothes, then walked out of his room and smiled at the old man in green robes outside. "Let's go, Steward Mo."
Looking at the youth's immature face, the old man in green nodded kindly. The moment he turned around, a trace of regret flickered through his clouded old eyes. Sigh, with Third Young Master's former talent, even if he could not compare to Young Master Xiao Ling and Miss Xun Er, who had left the Xiao Family at a young age, he should have long since become an outstanding Dou Zhe. What a pity...
Following the old steward through the rear courtyard, Xiao Yan eventually stopped outside the solemn family Council Hall. After respectfully knocking on the door, he gently pushed it open and entered.
The hall was quite spacious and held no small number of people. Seated at the very top were Xiao Zhan and three rather elderly men. They were the clan's elders, and their authority was no less than that of the clan head.
Below and to the left of the four sat some of the family's elders who held influence and possessed considerable strength. Beside them were several members of the younger generation who had performed exceptionally within the family.
Yet the usual indifference on the three elders' faces had long vanished, while Xiao Zhan's ever-present air of melancholy had also disappeared. Joy occasionally spilled across his face.
Seeing this, Xiao