The Call to Arms
Time flew by, and it was already 2 p.m. Despite the bustling activity outside, the atmosphere within the Long family residence exuded a sense of peace and tranquility.
In the courtyard, approximately 30 individuals had gathered, predominantly young adults. They represented a blend of Long and Xia family members, including familiar faces like Xia Qingyue, Long Jin, and other promising talents.
Conversations flowed effortlessly among them, devoid of any underlying tension.
Meanwhile, inside the main mansion, Long Tian sat on the edge of his bed, his gaze vacant and weary as he stared at the wall before him.
Having just awoken from his slumber, he couldn't shake off the discomfort of having slept well into the afternoon.
Casting a glance to the side, he found the room devoid of any presence except for the furniture. There was no sign of Liu Qian.