In the western suburbs of Lingjin City, at the foot of the picturesque She Mountain, sat the Zou Family. They were ranked first among the eight major local families and were poised to become the fifth great superfamily.
Despite the bitter cold of deep winter, there was not a hint of desolation here. Instead, it was brimming with greenery, a scene of vibrant life. Black walls enclosed a location with the finest feng shui. Within these walls lay a series of quaint courtyards that gave the impression of a royal mansion from a century ago. Grand and imposing, yet the details revealed extravagant luxury.
Inside the courtyard, just outside the special care ward, Zou Jintao stood with his hands behind his back. His face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water. "The doctor just said Wendong's qi and blood are stagnant and the injury has damaged his very foundation," he said coldly. "Even if he eventually recovers, he'll never be as vigorous as he was before."
