As William crossed the threshold of the Long clan's territory, he felt the weight of history and power pressing down on him.
All he truly knew about the Grand Patriarch was the fragmented rumours he had gathered over the years—whispers of a man whose strength was legendary and whose reputation was enough to silence entire rooms.
But rumours were often inflated by time and fear. William knew that to truly understand the man pulling the strings of this mighty family, he would have to face him directly.
For now, he focused on the immediate task: following the silver-clad elder deeper into the heart of the clan's base.
The Elder walked with a rhythmic, confident stride, his spear resting easily against his shoulder. After a few moments of silent walking, he glanced back at William with a glint of genuine interest in his eyes.
