The Patriarch's residence was an ancient-style castle, which was covered in mottled marks from ancient times. Old Madam Jing was wearing a long dress with dark blue and golden thread embroidery as she stood on the dome of the tallest building in the castle and looked at the distant capital.
On the asphalt road from the capital to the Jing family, luxury cars lined up one after another as they drove towards the Divine Worship Mountain. These were all the family representatives and top experts who would attend her birthday banquet tonight.
Only at a high vantage point could one experience the thrill of holding power in one's hands.
The figure of her husband, who had died a long time ago, appeared in Old Madam Jing's mind. She couldn't help but sneer. "I said before that indecisive people aren't suitable to be in charge. In the Starlight Empire, who dares to say no to me?!"
