Chen Qing followed Shen Liang into the Shen Family's estate, and an imposing, grand aura washed over him.
The courtyard was not ostentatiously extravagant, yet every detail exuded a sense of profound history and heritage.
The bluestone paths were polished to a mirror sheen. Ancient trees towered on both sides, and pavilions and halls were scattered in a picturesque arrangement. Winding corridors twisted and turned, their eaves soaring high like pecking beaks.
The servants and guards moving about all walked with steady steps, their auras sharp and capable.
Chen Qing mused to himself, 'The Shen Family may be "new money" that has only risen rapidly in the last few decades, a far cry from the thousand-year-old Noble Families, but judging by this atmosphere, their Momentum is already established. The only thing they lack is the patina of time.'
