He knew his family's ancestor very well. If left undisturbed, the ancestor could sit like this for three days and nights without eating or drinking and just reading books.
The old man with white hair gently closed his bamboo scroll, carefully placing it on the bookshelf as if it were a precious treasure.
"What is it?"
His eyes conveyed a sense of indifference and the vicissitudes of life, coupled with infinite wisdom.
That baby-soft, rosy face was devoid of any ripples. Like an ancient mirror, it seemed as though there was nothing in this world that could perturb him.
"Grandson has brought disaster upon the Pang Ancestor Alchemy Pavilion, attracting a formidable enemy. We have lost two matches already, and the Pavilion's thousand-year reputation is in jeopardy, on the brink of collapse. I beg the ancestor to take action and salvage the situation!"
Manager Pang turns out to be the direct grandson of the Pang Family Ancestor; no wonder he holds such power.
