Unlike that erratic Satoru Gojo, Xian Di and Zhiyan had begun taking over their families' affairs at an early age.
While Satoru Gojo was still tucked under his covers, dreaming sweet dreams of matcha mille crêpes, Zhiyan and Xian Di were already seated in the study, files spread before them and pens in hand, working through tedious but important matters in the morning light.
Still, thanks to the relationship between Zhiyan, Xian Di, and Satoru Gojo, relations among the Three Great Families-particularly the Gojo Clan and the Zenin Clan-had indeed eased considerably.
When the two clan heads met in public, they no longer traded veiled barbs as they once had. When younger members of the two clans crossed paths on missions, they no longer bristled with hostility. On some occasions, they would even greet one another and exchange a few words.
Of course, much of that improvement was thanks to Zhiyan's relationship with Satoru Gojo. One was the Zenin Clan's heir, the other the Gojo Clan's, and the two spent every day together, as close as boys who had grown up sharing everything. Even if their clans wanted to remain at odds, they had to think twice-if those two brats ever joined forces to stir up trouble, who could handle them?
Three heirs sharing such a close bond was rare in the history of the Three Great Families.
That morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the bamboo blinds into Zhiyan's courtyard, drawing slender golden stripes across the ground. The old pine tree in the courtyard swayed gently in the breeze, its needles rustling like someone whispering.
Zhiyan sat in a chair, several files spread across the table before him. With a pen in hand, he was adding notes to a document.
Xian Di sat opposite him, holding a file