Seeing Song Changsheng emerge, bathed in golden light, the few people present all broke into smiles. Such a young Foundation Establishment Cultivator was a true prodigy, not just within the Song Clan, but across all of the Daqi Nineteen Provinces.
"Grandfather, Mother, esteemed Uncles, Changsheng pays his respects," Song Changsheng announced, his voice ringing out as he gave a deep bow.
"Good, good, good. The 'Chang' generation of the clan finally has someone who can carry the mantle," Song Xianyun said with a wide smile, stroking his beard.
He was happier than anyone about Song Changsheng's successful Foundation Establishment. It meant the clan had a successor, and old-timers like them could finally rest easy.
"Sheng'Er, did you comprehend the Yin Yang True Intent?" Xia Yunxue asked expectantly, pulling on Song Changsheng's arm.
"Yes, Mother. That's right."
