An hour later, in the Han Family's old mansion, in the antique-decorated bedroom on the second floor of the main house, Grandmaster Han sat on a Taishi Chair with a backrest, while the old butler standing beside him with his head lowered had long cried his eyes red, his voice choked with sobs.
After so many years together, the relationship between the two had long surpassed that of a common master and servant, more like a pair of old friends.
"Changgeng, don't be sad. This is the fate of our Han Family. It's you I've wronged." Instead, Grandmaster Han softly comforted this old friend who had accompanied him for decades.
"Old Master!" The old butler could no longer hold himself up. With a thud, he knelt heavily to the ground, both hands on the floor, tears bursting from his eyes as he cried to the point he could no longer form words.
