"Time's up. Whatever's left, we leave behind for the Zhangs to choke on." Zhang Jianyuan let out a heavy sigh, but he didn't hand the ring back to Zhang Lingtian. Instead, he slid it onto his own finger with practiced ease.
Zhang Lingtian's eyes flickered with a sharp light, but he immediately buried his gaze, looking down at his feet to hide his expression. "Father, what's the plan?"
"We move. Now," Jianyuan said firmly. "If we wait for the rest of them to hit their breaking point, the Ancestor is going to have eyes on every single person in this compound. If that happens, we're grounded for good."
