After leaving the Patriarch's yard, Jing Yan trotted toward his own little yard.
On his way back, he spent the whole time thinking.
As nice as the Patriarch had been to him today, Jing Yan didn't feel relaxed or relieved at all.
Jing Yan detected hostility from the First Elder, Jing Chunyu. Perhaps the First Elder wouldn't do anything to Jing Yan directly, but Jing Yan had to be prepared. If someone like the First Elder simply indicated his dissatisfaction with Jing Yan, a bunch of people would go against Jing Yan.
In the Jing Clan, there were tons of people who would take any chance they could to kiss the First Elder's *ss. After all, he wielded tremendous power. Not to mention that his son was the manager of the Jing Clan's treasury vault, which meant, to a great degree, that he was in charge of allocating the Jing Clan's sources.
"Now that Grandpa isn't with me anymore, I can only rely on myself."
