Qin Wenyuan was almost fifty, but he still looked young. He sat casually in front of his desk, wearing long, loose, elegant robes.

When Qin Feng knelt on the ground as he told his tale. His words were impassioned and angry, but Qin Wenyuan’s expression didn’t so much as waver. He even fiddled with a scepter carved of white jade as he listened.

However, his back was perfectly straight, and he emanated a formless, indescribable pressure. 

“Father, please stand up for your child!” Qin Feng lowered his head and kowtowed.

“Are you done?” said Qin Wenyuan expressionlessly.

He could take a lightning bolt to the chest, yet remain as placid as the surface of a lake. This was the bearing of a top-class leader! There was no doubt about it. As the highest administrator of all nineteen cities of the Cloudriver Prefecture, Qin Wenyuan’s shrewdness far surpassed ordinary men.

Qin Feng looked up at his father. His heart inexplicably sank, and most of his anger and hatred faded.

Qin Wenyuan gently brushed his fingers along his jade scepter, then said flatly, “I’m to blame for this. I’ve been too busy taking care of countless trifles to give you proper guidance. That’s why you’ve turned out this pathetic. You’ve got the temper of a hoodlum, but your bones...