Li Family.
The doddering Grand Preceptor Li Shang was seated on his official armchair. His face was covered in thick wrinkles. The old man's health had been becoming worse with each passing day.
"You Ran, do you believe that it's time for our family to make our move?" Li Shang looked at his grandson.
Li Youran was wearing a white gown. His hair was jet-black, and his face looked very handsome. In fact, he had somehow removed the scars that had previously riddled his face. Young Master Li smiled faintly, "You're kidding me, Grandfather. This isn't an opportune moment for us to make a move against the Jun Family. It'd be best for us to stay out of it."
"Oh? Do you have misgivings when it comes to fighting Jun Zhantian?" Li Shang's eyes had a complicated light in them.
