Another figure exuded a much steadier presence, with a longsword strapped on his back, wearing a light grey robe, his back slightly bent as he leaned on a wooden chair.
Chen Mufeng was very familiar with these two faces; as a young boy, he had sat respectfully beside their desks when Elder Chen left him in the care of Chen Donghe. Chen Mufeng quickly knelt down and said respectfully,
"Mufeng pays his respects to Master and Elder."
The elderly face of Li Qiuyang was somber; this farmer-turned-elder was now one of the oldest in the clan, yet his expression remained unchanged.
He had once led horses for Li Xiangping and served swords for Li Tongya, witnessing a century of trials and tribulations. Even if Chen Mufeng's cultivation level was far above his, the elder showed no impatience and kept his head down in silence.
Chen Donghe also looked at the man before him without speaking. The two elders sat in quietude, casting a solemn atmosphere that silenced even Mrs. Li.
