The Martial Dao competition formally concluded. The Lis triumphed and retained the position of Chairman for the Hong Kong Chamber of Commerce. Mr. Li took advantage of this opportunity to officially retire, passing the baton of the Lis' legacy to Li Juzhe in front of all attending families.
There was a thunderous round of applause at the venue.
For Guo Yi, all of this had nothing to do with him.
He returned to his seat.
"Guo Yi!" Wang Qiaolin looked at Guo Yi, feeling an unparalleled sense of unfamiliarity.
"Let's go back," Guo Yi said.
Wang Qiaolin and Li Xiaolei didn't object but oddly followed Guo Yi as he left.
In this bustling venue, everyone's focus was on the Lis' inheritance, and no one paid any attention to Guo Yi and others' departure.
Back at the mountaintop villa.
Wang Qiaolin was silent the whole way, struggling internally.
"Guo Yi," Wang Qiaolin finally spoke.
"Hmm?" Guo Yi, walking with his hands behind his back, responded with a light hum.
