The Capital.
The Guan Residence's back courtyard.
After getting word from Old Ninth, Little White Tiger finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In the pavilion on the courtyard's artificial lake, Overlord and his son drank together, exchanging the occasional remark.
A stack of documents sat on the table, along with a photograph of Yu Leer.
"This girl's not bad. Her family background isn't complicated, and she's not bad-looking either."
Overlord raised his cup in satisfaction and took a gulp. "Just about good enough for Old Ninth."
Little White Tiger nodded, equally pleased. "Old Ninth doesn't say it, but I know Zhu Le'er has a place in his heart."
"He's staying away from Le'er for our sake."
Zhu Le'er had insisted on protecting Chang He, and the brothers resented her for it.
That was why Old Ninth hadn't gone to steal the bride: his brothers would always come first in his heart.
"Chun Prefecture has risen, but those powerful families still look down on bandits."
"If you want to go any further, you'll have to shake off that reputation."
At this, a trace of helplessness crossed Overlord's face.
"There's still a long way to go before Chun Prefecture becomes a force on par with the Four Great Clans."
"I can fight your battles for you, but when it comes to building up a force, those bandits at Overlord Stronghold don't know a thing."
"Honestly, I don't want you getting too big. The higher you stand, the stronger your enemies become."
"I'm afraid that one day, I won't be able to protect you..."
At that moment, Overlord voiced a father's heartache.
Every father wanted his son to make something of himself, but... more than that, he wanted his sons safe.
Warmth filled Little White Tiger's heart.
In this rotten world, only Overlord