"Before you died, you cursed me to die a horrible death. But look at me—I'm still living quite well, and the Yu Family is still firmly under my control."
"Everything you were proud of eventually became mine. From that day forty years ago, I became you, and no one has ever doubted it. You died as nothing more than an unnamed wandering ghost."
"However, your once-best friend seems to have been naturally opposed to me. Yan Zhan's granddaughter has come after me again and even seized the position of CEO of the Yu Family."
"Time and again, could it be that you're appearing in Yan Zhan's dreams, which is prompting the Yan Family to trouble me repeatedly?"
Yu Longshou stood alone in front of the wall of plaques, holding the nameless plaque in his hand. Muttering to himself incessantly, he looked consumed by madness.
It was as if he were possessed, his whole body emanating an unnerving, sinister aura that perfectly matched the atmosphere of the ancestral hall.
