Yang Zhenghe was not angry; instead, he looked at Yang Zhenshan with a calm demeanor.
"Xiang Heng, have you not yet greeted your Uncle Grandfather?"
The hoarse voice came from his mouth, calm and steady.
If it's a matter of the cuckoo occupying the magpie's nest, then let it be!
The Lingxi Yang Family has fallen to such a state, what is there left to fear losing?
Those few acres of barren spirit fields?
Or these dozens of houses?
Although the man before him came from an unknown background and his intentions were unclear, at the very least, he could ensure the survival of the Lingxi Yang Family.
As long as the Lingxi Yang Family continues to exist in this Sea of Spirit, it is worth offering up the entire family.
Yang Xiangheng was initially taken aback, but soon understood Yang Zhenghe's thoughts. Without any hesitation, he bowed and said, "This grand-nephew pays respects to Uncle Grandfather!"
