C95 Gong Jia

Gong family.

He was surrounded by shadows and lights.

An old man with white sideburns was sitting there. The wrinkles on his face were like the bark of a withered tree. He was originally a man who was on the verge of death, but now he was sitting on the throne.

Sitting below were the young men of the clan. Each and every one of them were trembling with fear