At this moment, in the Helian Family Ancestral Hall next to the square.

Ji Haotian sat relaxed on the iron pear wooden chair that no one dared to move for nearly a thousand years. Helian Buzhuo, the first head of Wanjian Villa, sat on. He stood tall and had a wide view. The scenery of the whole city was in sight.

The mountain is steep, just like the young man on the wooden chair.
Chapter completed!