For the Zhou family matriarch's birthday banquet, Zhou Luchen unhurriedly took a private jet back to Shanghai.
「Landing.」
The sports car headed straight for Xiangshan Baiqing Forest.
There was no grand feast, to avoid attracting influential figures; the matriarch simply wished for some peace and quiet.
Zhou Luchen ascended the stairs, gifts from various families following him inside. He didn't spare them a glance.
Trifles, merely to humor the matriarch.
In the backyard's stone lake, one could only step on a single slab of granite at a time. It was surrounded by an expansive, meter-deep Carp Pond, so clear that the jade-green soft stones at its bottom were visible. The matriarch loved to raise flowers, birds, insects, and fish.
Passing through a curved stone archway led to the Zhou Family's ancestral hall.
Mahogany structure, gilded carved screens, the sacred fire burning incessantly.
