Liebo Mansion was not small; it was almost the size of a small town.
Its name sounded like an ancient place, and in fact, it was.
Since ancient times, this place had been of strategic military importance.
But with the arrival of the Polar Day Apocalypse and its accompanying high temperatures, everything vanished.
Just as the smart-brain had guessed, this world no longer had nights.
The drop in temperature was its version of nighttime.
"The region your family is from must be much more temperate than Liebo Mansion, I imagine," Xie Quan said, casually probing into Qi Suian's background.
Qi Suian ignored the others' curious gazes and said calmly, "You're trying to feel out my background, aren't you?"
"It's one thing for your young master to try. He is, after all, the sole heir of a local power."
"But who the hell do you think you are to try the same trick on me?" Qi Suian's tone could not have been more contemptuous.
