A gentle breeze touched the earth and lightened the unpleasantness of the scorching sun.
Inside his tidy study, Ling Tian Qing was dressed in a pale robe, his expression calm and focused, his face touched by the tempests of life.
At this moment, he was seated tall behind his desk and gently but precisely moved his writing brush across a clean piece of paper.
Happiness.
The word danced across the page. His calligraphy skills were a true reflection of his confident and just qualities.
This word was also a true reflection of his feelings at that moment.
Since the deaths of the other two Clan Leaders, Ling Tian Qing had been busy strategizing and executing his annexation plans. Some had to be punished for their roles in the battle, while others would have to be wooed into submission. Extreme measures were needed.
None of the decisions he had had to make during this period was easy. Had it been anyone else, this would be an exhausting and impossible challenge.