Jiang ancestral home.
The middle-aged butler stood in front of the rear mountain gate, holding a black umbrella. Without the old family head's permission, he dared not step beyond the threshold.
He waited quietly at this moment.
After a long while.
Finally, the sound of the door opening echoed, and the intercom on the iron door transmitted the voice of "Jiang Qingcang".
"Come in."
The middle-aged butler hurried into the rear mountain, and as he reached the corridor, he folded the black umbrella with a shake and placed it to one side, before quickly stepping up to the door and knocking respectfully.
"Master."
"Come in and speak," came a calm, aged voice from inside.
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