Fang Yun had not expected the guards of a distinguished Metropolitan Graduate lineage to be so humble. He nodded slightly, then handed over the visiting card he had prepared earlier. It outlined a few matters without going into detail.
The oldest soldier, a yellow-faced man, accepted the visiting card with both hands. "Please wait a moment, sir." Then he turned and went through the gate.
Before long, Fang Yun suddenly heard a grief-stricken cry from inside.
"Yun Jie, my son!"
Then Fang Yun saw an elderly Metropolitan Graduate hurry out, his eyes slightly red, his white hair hanging loose down his back, his face filled with urgency.
Fang Yun coughed softly. "If you are Uncle Yun, please let us go inside to discuss this in detail."
The elderly Metropolitan Graduate paused, slowing his steps. Forcing down his grief, he said, "I am Yun He. Please come inside for a talk, nephew of our clan."
Fang Yun nodded and entered the Cloud Family residence. A casual glance showed him an architectural style dating back more than two hundred years on the Saint Origin Continent. The cobblestone paths were somewhat damaged, mold had crept onto the corridor eaves, and glaring patches of moss covered the ornamental rockery. This fit everything he knew about the Bloodmang Ancient Land. Apart from dragon-pattern rice, it lagged far behind the Saint Origin Continent in every respect. Even the estates of great lineages could hardly be maintained in every detail.
The two followed the courtyard's cobblestone path to the main hall. Before they could enter, a group of people hurried out of a courtyard to the side.
Leading them was an elderly Provincial Graduate who bore a fifty-percent resemblance to Yun He, the family head. Compared with Yun He, his face was stern and his bearing more