Three days later.
Zhao Family's Ancestral Hall.
The five family elders of the Zhao Family were seated on both sides of the hall.
Originally, there were six elders, two from each branch, but unfortunately, one of them sought death three days ago and went to meet their ancestors.
Many young and strong clansmen of the Zhao Family were standing outside the hall, waiting for something.
Soon enough.
As the first ray of sunlight fell on the entrance of the ancestral hall, a figure appeared punctually, with the sunlight shining behind him, as if he was wearing a golden cape.
"It seems that you have all thought it over."
Yu Xian had a radiant smile on his face.
It couldn't be helped that the people from the Zhao Family were too good at drawing others in and corrupting them. These past few days, he had experienced the many dangers and temptations of adult society.
Fortunately, he held his bottom line firmly and did not give in easily.
