The night was deep, yet the Xue Family's study remained brightly lit.
The walls of the study were lined with bookshelves, displaying ancient texts and records that exuded an old bookish aroma.
Between the shelves, several verdant bonsai adorned the space, adding a touch of vitality to the study.
In the center was a wide Purple Sandalwood desk, piled with various documents and family affairs files, with a few silver candlesticks emitting a soft light, illuminating the study as bright as day.
The Patriarch of the Xue Family sat upright behind the desk, engrossed in the scrolls in his hand.
His brows exuded authority, and although he was over fifty, he still looked vigorous.
Occasionally, the Patriarch of the Xue Family would pick up a pen to annotate the scrolls, sometimes pondering for a moment, as if contemplating how to handle family affairs.
