Guilong City.
Zhao Clan Main Residence.
As the only current second-rank aristocratic clan in Great Qian, the Zhao Clan's main residence covered an enormous area. Not only were its materials meticulously selected, but its architectural layout was also grand and imposing, displaying all the bearing of an aristocratic clan.
Since the start of summer, Guilong City had been blessed with bright sunshine every day. Today, however, it had unusually seen a thunderstorm.
The roof's green glazed tiles, washed clean by the rain, had taken on a far brighter sheen. They shimmered with flowing light, making the estate appear ever more luxurious and majestic.
By dusk, brilliant sunset clouds had appeared on the horizon.
Bathed in the evening glow, the entire Zhao Clan main residence seemed to have been plated with a soft, hazy crimson light, lending it a few more layers of charm.
Deep within the main residence.
Inside a study bearing a plaque that read "Aspiring Through the Ages," an elderly man in purple robes stood before a bookshelf, his head lowered as he leafed through an ancient tome.
It was clear that he was already very old. His grizzled hair, as well as the wrinkles at his brow and the corners of his eyes, stood out especially clearly beneath the glow of the Fluorescent Spirit Lamp.
Yet even so, his lofty bearing and vast, surging aura still made him someone none would dare underestimate. Simply standing there, he filled the room with authority.
This elderly man was the Zhao Clan's foremost ancestor at present—the current Duke of An, Zhao Bingsheng, Ancestor Bingsheng.
In his youth, he too had been a Great Heavenly Prodigy of his generation. He had swept aside those of his age with scarcely a defeat, basking in boundless glory. He had even defeated a Great