The conflict that had persisted for several days finally concluded with a consensus: Ye Kuan's crimes were too heinous, and he deserved execution.
Thereafter, the most discussed topic was the various tabloid stories surrounding the Martial Association's tenth-anniversary celebration. As for Chen Yang, he was enjoying his leisure time, carefree and content, truly living like an immortal.
Summer was gradually approaching. The scorching sun was like fire, baking the earth. Only when night fell did the blanket of heat begin to slowly disperse. A world of glittering lights and vivid nightlife emerged.
After dinner, a commercial van stopped by the Qingyuan River on the city's outskirts.
Standing there, one could see a gigantic mansion in the distance, resting on the land like a primeval beast. Its majestic and solemn aura instilled awe and fear in onlookers. People strolling by the river occasionally cast curious glances at it but dared not look for too long.
