Meanwhile.
At the gates of Wuxuan City.
Patriarch Ruan Zhenlong of the Ruan Family was waiting outside the city gates with his wife, children, elders, and numerous servants and maidservants early in the day.
The sun was blazing, drying and cracking the ground.
Yet Ruan Zhenlong stood there solemnly, with not a hint of impatience. When he noticed a servant showing signs of weariness, he barked sternly:
"Everyone pull yourselves together! The Third Young Master of the Ziwei Chen Family will arrive shortly. If anyone dares to show the slightest slackness, don't blame me for twisting off your head to use as a chamber pot!"
At these words, all the servants and maidservants immediately straightened their backs and didn't dare to breathe heavily.
Seeing this, Ruan Zhenlong nodded in slight satisfaction.
His gaze occasionally turned from the city gate inward, seeming to wait for someone, revealing subtle hints of agitation and anxiety.
Before long.
