Seven days later, in the morning, Yuqing Mountain Peak, residence of Zhou Family's Main Branch.
In a quiet room, a jade pearl was glowing brightly, casting a hazy image on the white wall. Zhou Chao was carefully watching the record with several reliable core disciples.
In the image, there were several graceful women, naturally endowed with charm, looking pitiful and tearful, recounting the grievances they've suffered over the years, embellished with exaggerations.
Zhou Chao had no interest whatsoever in those petty affairs of jealousy and household trivialities, yet since most of these women were indulging in such nonsense, he had to force himself to pay attention lest he misses any valuable information among them.
