Morning, Sun Family Mansion.
The whole estate was shrouded in a somber atmosphere.
Though bodyguards were still scattered everywhere, their numbers had been sharply reduced to less than half of what they were before.
Elder Sun sat in a wheelchair, being pushed by a servant as he inspected the estate.
For an elder with one foot in the grave, a daily morning inspection of his territory was a necessary task.
Elder Sun was seventy-eight this year. Since taking over the Sun Family at age thirty-five, he had been tirelessly managing the family for over forty years.
It could be said that this elder had devoted his entire life to the family. Even nearing his seventies, his dedication was still fervently alive.
After a familiar round of inspection, Elder Sun returned to the hall.
In the hall, the adult men of the Sun Family sat upright and solemn.
Compared to the bustling numbers of the past, the current ten or so men seemed rather meager.
