The Ji Public House.
Zhou Zifeng's deep cry resounded from within the High Duke's bedchamber. "Father…!"
"Father…!" Zhou Zimo's voice rang out, his voice full of grief.
The faces of the Protectors and ladies in the courtyard immediately fell dark, they knew that the High Duke had finally breathed his last breath. With the collapse of the Ji Public House's backbone, they could not help being overwhelmed by a surging wave of sadness. After all, no one knew how the Ji Public House would fare in the future!
Zhou Zifeng took slow steps to the main hall, his expression grave as he swept a look across the room. "Elder Lu, go and make the appropriate arrangements, I reckon that once the news gets out, there will be sordid thugs that will take the opportunity to stir up trouble!
"Yes, Eldest Master, I'll get all the Protectors to return!"