In the early morning, the sky was just getting light.
As the patriarch of the Zhan Clan, Zhan Tian'en had already woken up and washed, and was heading to the dining room for breakfast.
Despite being a Martial King and over a hundred years old, he didn't have a single white hair. His skin was tight, his eyes were bright, and his spirit was vigorous, looking only about fifty years old.
He appeared younger than his own son.
Before he arrived at the dining room, nine people had already gathered inside.
These nine were the core members of the Zhan Clan and the conglomerate. They habitually had breakfast here with the patriarch before starting the day's work.
"Patriarch."
Upon seeing Zhan Tian'en arrive, the nine stood up in unison, speaking with respectful tones.
"Mm."
Zhan Tian'en nodded, then sat in the main seat, and the others then sat down one by one.
