In the garden's rear mountain, dressed in a long gray brocade robe and with a blue jade hairpin in his hair bun, Shen Yuan walked slowly along the winding path.
The cultivator guarding the path saw him from afar and instinctively rubbed his eyes.
"Uncle Jing, is that... the Ancestor!?"
The slightly younger junior cultivator suppressed his excitement and asked urgently.
The person beside him, Xu Jing, evidently was not seeing Shen Yuan for the first time and immediately turned to glare angrily at the junior cultivator, then respectfully cupped his hands: "Ancestor."
The junior cultivator also quickly stood up straight, bowed, and cupped his hands: "Greetings, Ancestor."
To these latecomers, Shen Yuan had already become a legend within the Shen Family.
Most of the younger generation did not know much about his deeds, but had vaguely heard that this Ancestor valued etiquette greatly.
"Hmm."
