The next day,
Within the peak of the now Wang territory, over three thousand feet above the ground, the spiritual energy was dense enough to form a visible golden mist, swirling around the pavilions like a living breath of the Heaven.
The Patriarch, Wang Xuhan, sat in a lotus position while checking the family Genealogy.
He came from a small family where his father was a mere mortal living his life heeding the poetry and drinking the wine. Mother meanwhile, was the courtesan of a fallen cultivation family.
He had risen from the mud to the clouds, building the Wang Family from a small clan of mud-stained mortals into a force that could fight tigers and slay bears. As Fate would have it, with the help of a Profound Scholar who guided countless hermits, he had created the family Genealogy, a sacred scroll that recorded the bloodlines of the Wang Clan.
The motto of the family was as follows:
Do not oppress the humble, nor bend the knee to wealth.
