"Mo Family!"
Lin Haoran slammed a fist down on the armrest, letting out a deep sigh. He glanced at Lin Ze, forcing out a faint smile as he greeted him, "Elder Lin Ze, you're back? Sit. How is the main branch doing now? Did they mention anything they need help with?"
"Lin Ze, it's not that I want to lecture you, but you need to be more quick-witted when handling matters. The main branch always says they don't need anything. You don't have to say anything at the time, but afterward, make your own judgment and observations. If there's anything, come back and report it directly."
Lin Ze shook his head helplessly, ignoring the man's lecture.
Instead, he frowned and asked, "That woman just now—was she from the Mo Family? And the territory the Family Head mentioned... what exactly is going on? Our family may not be doing well, but we're not at the point of being unable to hold on yet, are we? Territory can't just be sold off... Our forebears paid no small price to obtain it. Countless powers and families have long eyed it greedily; even military merit may not be enough to buy such a thing. How can we sell it so easily now? That would practically cut off half our roots..."
Lin Ze tried earnestly to persuade him.
"Ah! How could I not understand all that you've said?"
Lin Haoran gave a bitter smile. After hesitating for a long while, he slowly shook his head, leaned back, and closed his eyes with a sigh. "But you don't know—the family's situation is dire now. Extremely dire... Founding Ancestor Qianyuan's... injuries have worsened!"
"If we don't find a way to prolong his life, I fear he won't be able to hold on much longer!"
Lin Ze's expression