The Ye Family Assembly Hall bustled with activity as the clan meeting approached; many clan members returned from afar, weary yet joyous.
Ye Jingcheng entered once more, in stark contrast to the sorrow-filled eyes he had three days prior; today, he had returned to normal.
No trace of joy or sorrow could be seen on his face.
As a competent patriarch, mastering one's expressions is notably important.
At this moment, Ye Xingliu was in the hall, examining several jade talismans.
"You've worried, Third Uncle." Ye Jingcheng cupped his hands, speaking respectfully.
"Jingcheng is here."
Ye Xingliu looked up, surprised to see Ye Jingcheng.
After all, he had sent Ye Jingcheng a sound transmission, advising him to spend some time alone.
He feared Ye Jingcheng hadn't moved past his grief.
But seeing Ye Jingcheng's eyes now, it was clear he had returned to the state he was when at Taichang Market.
Over these years, Ye Jingcheng's performance has been appreciable.
