C22 A Family Feast

A middle-aged man dressed in a dark blue mountain suit stood not far away. His eyes were full of vigor, and his face was resolute. Although there were traces of being eroded by time, it did not damage his handsomeness. Instead, it was like a wine that had been stored in a cellar for many years. It was rich and strong.

His figure was tall and straight, and every move he made was decisive