In an instant, Sikong Jing was dumbfounded.
Before he could react, Old He also heavily knelt on one knee: "He Congsheng, pays respect to the Young Master."
His eyes were bloodshot, as if decades of wandering and hiding had finally found a backbone.
At this moment, they finally had hope and light.
Jiang Wanyou was stunned for a moment, then she gently bowed in the direction of Sikong Jing: "Jiang Wanyou, daughter of Jiang Bi, pays respect to the Young Master."
There was no fluctuation in her voice, even though she already had her own life, the person in front of her was still the Young Master.
Looking at the three people in front of him, Sikong Jing quickly said, "Please rise, all three of you. I am not worthy to be your Young Master, even if you truly want to recognize a Young Master, it should be my father-in-law."
"Even if my father-in-law's Martial Arts skills are somewhat weak, it should be my wife."
