"Ding."
Yu Liang, living on the top floor of a highrise, heard the clear sound of the meeting bell ringing, prompting him to slowly rise from his chair and stretch.
Zhong Chen immediately approached him, seemingly wanting to assist the mobility-challenged Yu Liang, but he waved her off, indicating that it was unnecessary.
His body was in its twilight years; every movement brought deep fatigue.
His vision was no longer clear; his hearing was no longer sharp, even his thoughts had become slow.
Truth be told, this was his first time experiencing ageing in a body birthed from an egg. His previous lives had all met premature ends.
The rooftop area was the private domain of the previous leader of the oil magnates. Encased in a hemisphere of translucent crystal, it offered a clear view of the sunny sky above and warm sunlight for basking.
