The cold night wind swept through the vast halls of the King family residence as Kent moved silently through the dimly lit corridors.
His destination was clear—his grandfather, the great Old Patriarch Kumar King, a legend whose name commanded both fear and respect throughout the Red Silk Immortal Country.
Kent's thoughts were clear and he knew what he want and where to find it. There was no time to waste on arrogance or pride—if he wanted to grow stronger, he needed resources. And who better to seek guidance from than the very pillar of his family?
At the end of a long corridor, Kent reached a grand, ancient wooden door adorned with carvings of dragons and phoenixes. He took a deep breath and knocked firmly.
"Come in," a deep, aged voice echoed from inside.
