Like a God or Buddha

At the Xiao Family Estate, the enormous residence stood on the outskirts of the city. Though it was said to be on the edge, there were quite a few grand estates in the area. There were no towering Western-style villas—only rows of similar courtyards and mansions.

The Xiao family's history was brief. They had risen to prominence around thirty years ago. Xiao Nanqing's father, Xiao Yansong, was said to have unearthed silver dollars buried by his ancestors, using them to earn his first pot of gold and build his fortune. In just over a decade afterward, he had carved out a vast empire. His influence extended not only through Cloud River City, but throughout all of Yun Province.

It was only that over the past decade or so, perhaps because he had grown old and no longer possessed the fire of his youth, he had begun to scale back his businesses. But this was by no means crippling himself; it was to make his assets more stable.

It was all to make passing down the family legacy easier!

He had been the first generation to build the business, so with the enterprise in his hands, he naturally had to forge ahead and expand. But his descendants did not possess that ability—perhaps they might in the future, but certainly not now.

At a time like this, passing it down steadily was what mattered most. Otherwise, once he was gone, if his empire perished with the second generation, that would be a bleak end indeed.

Yet at this moment, Xiao Yansong, renowned in both the underworld and the legitimate world, looked tense as he accompanied a middle-aged man with the bearing of an immortal. He had even deliberately lagged half a step behind, making their respective status clear.

If any of his