Chapter 87: 4) Gentle mother but arrogant son and father!

The Yang Family,

As far as the eye could see, the entirety of the Yang Family's territory sprawled out like a boundless sea of verdant greenery.

The terrain was a mix of rugged mountains and rolling hills, broken up by deep gullies and crevices.

The air was thick with the scent of medicinal herbs, and the sound of rushing waterfalls echoed in the distance.

The Yang Family's manor is situated firmly at the heart of their territory.

The Yang Family possessed five spiritual mines, and many more.

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The Yang family's manor was a testament to their wealth and power, with well-crafted textiles and decorations adorning each building, creating a stunning aesthetic.

Various patterns such as dragon, phoenix, crane, tortoise, and tiger were engraved on the walls, all fully handcrafted by unpaid servants.

Ancient paintings were hung on the wall.

The outer areas were just as impressive, adorned with beautiful sculptures and manicured gardens. The main area was no exception, its opulent design and spacious layout exuding an air of grandeur and elegance.

The great hall they were in was vast, accommodating a large gathering of people, and the air was filled with a sense of pride and power, reflecting the family's dominance in the area.

One could conclude they were greatly richer, blessed by the above.

The atmosphere in the Yang Family's great hall was tense as Patriarch Yang poured a century-old wine into Jade cups, one for himself and the other for the Young Master Bai.

With a forced smile on his face, he raised his cup in a toast.

"To the Young Master Bai," he intoned, before downing the entire cup in one go.

Bai Lung glanced at him, sitting in a luxurious chair, crafted with some powerful runes as texture.

"If Patriarch Yang says so," Bai Lung's eyes narrowed looking at the cup.

"Patriarch Yang, I must say, your family's wine is indeed quite delightful. The taste is like no other." Bai Lung said smoothly, hiding his true intentions behind his words.

The Patriarch nodded, feeling a sense of satisfaction at Bai Lung's compliment.

However, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt when he saw the young man's seemingly unaffected demeanor.

"Hoho, I'm glad you appreciate our family's wine. It's a rare vintage, kept for special occasions only, but I couldn't resist opening it tonight, in honor of you," said the Patriarch, his heart beating a little faster.

"It's an honor to be treated with such hospitality, this Bai is pleased," Bai Lung responded with a polite smile, feigning ignorance to the poison in the wine.

However, in his mind, he was silently laughing at the Patriarch's naivete.

As the conversation continued, the Patriarch began to feel more and more light-headed. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, but the wine was making him more and more complacent.

"Say, Young Master," he said, his words starting to slur, "I'm curious about your background. Where did you say you were from again?... I heard the rumors that the Young Master of the Bai Family didn't like earthly matters,"

Bai Lung didn't bother responding to that, he silently sipped the cup.

The Patriarch was now barely conscious, his head lolling to one side. He tried to speak, but his words were unintelligible and slurred.

"Wha... wha..." was all he managed to mutter.

Bai Lung chuckled and stood up from his seat, walking around the table to stand over the Patriarch.

The Patriarch tried to lift his head, but it was too heavy. His eyes flickered open at the sight of Bai Lung standing over him, and he tried to raise his arm in a feeble attempt to defend himself.

"N-no... what... did you do..." he mumbled, his words barely audible.

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As Bai Lung stood over the Patriarch, his expression turned mocking. He watched as the old man struggled to stay conscious, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

"You talk too much," said Bai Lung.

Just then 2 servants entered the main hall, bringing some food such as chicken, meat, fruits, etc.