Master Anderson stood by a bed, leaning on his cane as he watched his daughter-in-law, Ms. Lisa, tend to Judia’s injuries. “It’s nothing serious, is it?”0

Ms. Lisa stood up. “It isn’t too serious. Her external injuries have already been treated. As for the rest, she just needs some time to recuperate.”0

“Mm, take good care of her.”0

“That is my duty.”0

Master Anderson walked out of the bedroom.0

Outside of the room, his son Mike was sitting in his wheelchair, and he apologized, “Father, this is due to my oversight.”0

“As long as Young Master Karon is unharmed, it is enough,” Master Anderson replied as he slowly walked to the hallway window and pushed it open, allowing the wind outside to blow in. Mike pushed his wheelchair over as well.0

“Mike?”0

“Father.”0

“It was I who was useless. My generation failed to hold things together. I could only watch as the Raphael family and the other families kept growing stronger and stronger. By the time your generation came along, things still could not be held up. Fortunately, there was danger, but we suffered no disaster. We have managed to cross the threshold, and our hope lies with the next generation. Borg and Judia are the hope of the Allen family’s next generation. They have a chance to break through and reach above Tier-5 after they come of age. If that happens, our Allen family will at least have a pillar of support both within and without, and we will not have to endure the same kind of perils we have in past years.”0

“Father, there is also Eunice. Ancestor Earl Rekar mentioned that Eunice’s bloodline concentration is the highest.”0

Master Anderson looked at his son, and Mike also looked at his father. The two simply stared at each other like this. After a long while, Mike asked in confusion, “Isn’t that so, Father?”0

Master Anderson felt a faint bit of disappointment. Of his three sons, his eldest and the second had never been very bright. Only his youngest...1