The Zhou Clan had a compound located outside of Zahn City. It was five hours away on carriage, which meant Wu Jian spent most of his time watching the passing scenery while his father meditated.
He glanced at Father out of his peripheral; the man sat with his eyes closed, head down, and arms crossed. He didn’t seem to be paying attention to anything.
Wu Jian looked back out the window. He wanted to say something to his father, but he couldn’t think of anything to say. It had always been like this. Father felt so distant. He wondered if this was what it meant to be the head of a clan.
I’m not sure I like the idea of being a clan head anymore. Granted, I’ve never been big on the idea of succeeding Father to begin with, but I always thought I needed to become clan head in the future to ma
