It was deep in the night.
At the Qin family mansion, the three pillars of the Qin family, their married-out daughters, and numerous third-generation members were all gathered.
In the expansive main hall, Old Master Qin, his pale old face a constant testament to his frailty, lifted a cup of warm ginseng tea to his lips with slightly trembling hands. After letting out a long, slow breath, he let his gaze sweep over the many descendants before him.
The expressions on the more than twenty faces in the room were so grim they seemed to drip with despair. Clearly, news of what had happened to Qin Feng at Triumph Palace had reached them.
