Sanshang Manor. The Family Council Office.  0

An elderly couple sat at the head of a long marble table. The white haired man, Tsukiha No, looked like he was in his sixties or seventies, but was in reality already one hundred and fifty years old. His complexion was ruddy, giving off an impression of vitality despite his age. He wore a meticulously tailored suit, and his hair was combed to perfection.  0

Beside him sat an old woman with snow-white hair. Her face was marked with deep wrinkles, folded so intricately that they almost swallowed her facial features, making her look like a weathered shar-pei.  0

Seated along both sides of the long table were the direct bloodline members of the Tsukiha family. Both men and women alike had uniformly grim expressions.  0

“Do you even realize what you’ve done?”  0

A man in his fifties, dressed in a formal suit and sitting in the third seat on the right,...0