On a clear morning in March, by the West Lake.
When Xue Tui led Sun Yixie to the construction site, there already were many people gathered around, most of whom were workers.
Seeing the young master of the Sun family arrive in person, the crowd consciously made way for him.
It wasn't long before the two entered the first floor of the tavern being built and headed straight for the northwest corner.
"Young master, look, it's right there..." Xue Tui had become one of the stewards in the Sun Mansion, and his way of addressing Sun Yixie had long since changed.
Sun Yixie looked in the direction Mr. Xue was pointing; there was nothing else there, just a column.
But at this moment, on the column thick enough that not a single person could wrap their arms around it, there was a clearly imprinted palm force, and from this imprint as a center, more than ten fine cracks spread along the column.
