After night fell, someone from the Xiao Family came to invite Su Xin to a banquet, but Su Xin did not go.
The banquet included members of the other Six Great Clans, as well as people from some smaller clans on good terms with the Xiao Family. It was a gathering of those clans, and with Su Xin's current status, both sides would only feel awkward if he attended.
So Su Xin merely wandered through the Xiao Family estate to clear his mind.
The Xiao Family estate was enormous. Everything within a radius of more than ten li had been claimed as Xiao Family territory, making it practically a small city.
In Su Xin's view, the Xiao Family was also rather overstepping its bounds. The entire estate had been built with extreme splendor. Though it lacked vast palace complexes, there were no shortage of lofty towers and grand halls, while landscapes and gardens were countless. To be honest, it only had a little less extravagance than the Great Zhou Imperial Palace.
As the former Liang Kingdom imperial family, although the Xiao Family had integrated into the Jianghu for so many years, its ambition to restore its kingdom had never died. Every so often, it would stir up some trouble.
But founding a dynasty was not simply a matter of planning and strength. More importantly, it depended on opportunity and luck.
Even a minor Southern Barbarians state like Great Zhou had seized its chance amid the chaos in the Central Plains, rising in one stroke to overthrow the former overlord, Great Jin, and enter the Central Plains. Yet after plotting for so many years, the Xiao Family had not succeeded even once. All one could say was that it was the hour of fate, the decree of destiny.
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