Green Jade City...
A week has passed since the death of Dong family young master Dong Ming. Everything came back to usual as Dong family failed to capture the enemy. The Dong family members also fed up with the search.
The Dong ancestral manor, once a place of bustling politics, now bore an oppressive silence. Servants avoided eye contact and no one spoke loudly to each other.
In the grand hall, Old Patriarch Dong Xian sat motionless, his eyes shadowed with sleeplessness. Before him lay the crude sketches of a plump-faced youth — Fatty Lambu — the only lead his family had managed to claw from the depths of frustration. His fingers, knotted with age and authority, gripped the parchment until the edges tore.
"Seven days… and nothing,"
his voice was a low growl, thick with suppressed rage.
Beside him, Dong Lianhua poured tea into a porcelain cup but did not dare speak. She knew every word she offered risked stoking the inferno brewing inside her grandfather.
