"Family Head! Why should your branch get two slots for permission to enter the Five Saint Mystic Realm?"
"Exactly! And why should Seventh Brother's branch get thirty percent of the family's nursery to the south?"
"Hmph! I'm the one who thinks this is unfair! Han'er has been managing the Rong Group all along. Why should your branch get twenty percent of the shares?"
"..."
An uproar.
Every person in the family, every elder, the many people of Rong Bao's generation who had grown up with him-all of them had forgotten at this moment what it meant to belong to an established family with a century-long legacy. They shouted until their faces flushed and their necks bulged.
How were they still a family?
What had become of blood being thicker than water, of branches sharing the same root?
At this moment, it was already quite something that they had not become enemies.
This uproar had never stopped since Rong Bao proposed dividing the family.
It had continued for days on end.
Even the appearance of the Snake Ancestor, whose standing within the family was unimaginably high, had been useless.
Like right now.
An enormous blue-green python slowly lowered himself from the rafters. He looked helplessly at the scene below, then at Rong Bao, who sat in the family head's seat staring blankly, his thoughts unknown. Finally, he said in displeasure:
"Little Bao, what are you daydreaming about? Still haven't settled it?"
Only then did Rong Bao come to his senses. Seeing the obvious dissatisfaction in the Snake Ancestor's eyes, he finally snapped out of his daze.
"Snake Ancestor, Ping'er will be coming over shortly."
"Hmm? That boy came back from that Heavenly Tomb place?"
"Yes!" Rong Bao nodded. Once preparations to enter the Heavenly Tomb began, it had ceased to be