He Tiankui

Junshan Town, Sky Chief Gang headquarters, the He Estate.

Night had deepened, but no one at the He Estate had gone to bed.

Because Old Master He was still awake.

That had always been the rule at the He Estate: until the old master slept, no one else could sleep. Once he rose, everyone else had to rise.

What if someone wanted to sleep, or didn't want to get up?

Simple. They could move out.

But once they moved out, they had better never come back!

Ever since Old Master He Tiankui broke the leg of his second son for trying to return after moving out, no one had dared challenge that rule.

For decades, the rule at the He Estate had remained unchanged.

In the main hall, the white-haired, white-bearded old master still cut an imposing figure. He drank his ginseng tea and read for half an hour, until a trace of weariness appeared on his face. But he showed no sign of going to bed. Instead, he asked casually, "How's the one outside?"

The steward attending him answered at once, "I'll go check right away."

"No need." Old Master He spoke mildly. "They've come looking for trouble with us. What's left to check?"

The steward immediately said, "Yes," and withdrew.

Old Master He sighed. "I truly am old. Age makes a man softhearted and indecisive... When I was young, there would have been no Sun Family left long ago."

"Your generosity and kindness now are a blessing to everyone," said a disciple with a placating smile.

Old Master He gave a scornful laugh. "Generosity and kindness? Those are lies useless people tell to comfort themselves! I'm simply old and softhearted. I no longer kill as decisively as I did when I was young... Ah! If my old friends