Chapter 99

Inside the Song Family’s living room, a middle-aged man sat upon the grand master's chair in the seat of honor. Song Wenlin sat in a lower seat to keep him company, his demeanor cautious, filled with reverence and awe. The most prestigious and influential elders of the Song Family were all present, sitting in the lower seats as well. No one dared to act out of turn or even breathe too loudly; it was as if this middle-aged man were a god. The fact that all the real power-holders of this long-standing financial dynasty were in attendance spoke volumes about the man’s status and prestige. Had an outsider witnessed this, their jaw would surely have hit the floor. The middle-aged man in the grand master's chair wore a green robe, his hair tied up in a bun, his attire distinctly archaic. His eyes were deep and filled with wisdom, and he exuded an air of ethereal grace, as if he belonged to the ranks of immortals. One look at him was enough to ensure he would never be forgotten.