"Old Five, stop daydreaming and speak up. What should we do next? Surely we can't just let it go like this," Sunx Qinian urged impatiently.
He had many grandsons, so Sunx Long's standing wasn't particularly high in his heart. The only reason he was so invested in this matter was because he felt his pride had been wounded! For someone to dare challenge him—Second Master Sunx Qinian—was utterly unacceptable!
"Second Brother, I remember on your seventieth birthday, didn't the old man give you a piece of calligraphy and painting?" Sunx Lie asked, his brow furrowing.
"The calligraphy and painting the old man gifted me? Yes, he did. What about it? Why bring that up all of a sudden?" Sunx Qinian asked, taken aback.
That piece was his treasure. Because of the Old Lord's status in recent years, his calligraphy and paintings rarely entered circulation. In the Forty-Nine City, such an item was the equivalent of a favor—a representation of his father's, Old Lord Sunx's, influence.
