The air inside the grand ancestral hall of the Faith Family felt impossibly thick, heavy with the scent of ancient incense and the cold, lingering aura of broken pride.
Tony Clark casually stood before the central jade altar, his signature lazy smirk playing on his lips as he swept the three black jade inheritance tokens directly into his pocket.
He did not need to manually inspect the artifacts; his active Truth Eye had already perfectly verified that the spatial coordinates carved into the stones were entirely genuine, free of any remaining traps.
The heavy, gold-trimmed mahogany doors of the hall suddenly creaked open, and a soft, familiar fragrance of spiritual ink and azure herbs lightly drifted into the sanctuary. Lady Selena Faith walked inside with smooth, rapid steps, her majestic gold-and-crimson merchant robes rustling softly against the polished marble floor.
