Jinling City...
Cold Moon Pavilion...
"Dad, my sister and I built Cold Moon Pavilion ourselves. Isn't it a bit much for you to show up and demand to take over?" Leng Feng said to the middle-aged man before him.
"The family is preparing to enter Oracle, and Cold Moon Pavilion is the perfect foundation for that. Leave its management to me. I'm sure it will develop much faster in my hands," the middle-aged man said as though it were only natural.
He was Leng Mo, Leng Yue and Leng Feng's father, and the head of the Leng Family...
"I founded Cold Moon Pavilion with my own money. It has nothing to do with the family. I won't hand it over to you," Leng Yue said coldly.
"Hmph. Who paid for your food and housing all these years? Your money? If I hadn't raised you, where would you have gotten any money?" Leng Mo snorted.
"You!"
Leng Yue was so furious she couldn't speak. How did this man have the nerve to say something like that?
"All right, transfer the guild leader position to me. Since you two have done a decent job managing the guild, I'll let you move back home," Leng Mo said as though he were entitled to it.
"I told you I'm never going back to that place. And Cold Moon Pavilion isn't something you can take over just because you feel like it," Leng Yue said icily.
"What do you mean?" Leng Mo froze for a moment.
"Heh. You want to take over Cold Moon Pavilion without even looking into it first? How laughable." Leng Yue sneered.
Leng Mo frowned and turned to Leng Feng. "You explain!"
Leng Feng shrank back. He had an instinctive fear of his father...
"Dustseal helped build Cold Moon Pavilion up.