Sunlight streamed through the expansive windows of the newly rebuilt Wang Family manor, illuminating a grand hall adorned with intricate carvings and polished jade.
In the center, an imposing throne stood vacant, a symbol of power that awaited its rightful owner.
The air crackled with anticipation as Wang Li, his every step radiating authority, strode towards the dais. He ascended the steps and settled onto the throne, the weight of his newfound responsibility settling upon his shoulders.
Beside him, Wang Xiangyi took her place on a slightly lower seat, her elegant posture and unwavering gaze marking her as the second-in-command.
The forty women who formed the remaining remnants of the Wang Family stood attentively below, their faces etched with a mixture of relief and hope.
Among them, six seasoned cultivators, aunts to Wang Li and Xiangyi, stepped forward.
