No peaceful days ahead.

Main Continent.

Baiyun City.

In a grand chamber adorned with opulent tapestries and ornate furnishings, an elderly man sat upon a magnificent seat carved with intricate designs. 

His visage was etched with the weight of years, and his brow bore a deep frown, lines of concern furrowing his aged features.

Dressed in rich, time-worn robes that spoke of a lifetime of leadership, he exuded an air of authority and wisdom, even as the heavy frown revealed his current state of unease.

  His silver hair, once vibrant, had dulled with the passage of time, and it cascaded down to his shoulders.

By his side, a withered man, bearing the physical marks of age, stood attentively. He was a loyal advisor and confidant.

"What do you think of what my daughter reported?" The Wang patriarch inquired, his voice tinged with indifference.