The absolute silence that blanketed the grand ballroom of the Yang ancestral estate was heavy and suffocating.
Everyone stood frozen in place, their breathing shallow as they watched the towering, formidable figure of Old Master Su step fully into the light of the crystal chandeliers.
He moved with a slow, measured, deliberate pace, his heavy cane striking the polished marble floor with a thunderous cadence that seemed to vibrate straight through the solid foundation of the walls.
The aura radiating from the old man was not that of a frail senior citizen returning to a social event; it was the return of a legend who had once held the entire capital's financial markets in the palm of his hand.
