"Cheng Zongyang greets the elders."
Cheng Zongyang's voice, steady and powerful, echoed throughout the room. With a solemn expression, he cupped his hands and bowed to the village elders.
One could say that everyone in the Cheng Family Manor was practically family now.
In this land filled with warmth and affection, the elders had witnessed the growth of the younger generation.
Every familiar face was a precious part of his memory. Here at home, status didn't matter—only seniority. It was only natural for him to bow.
He was also setting an example, lest any descendants who left this place return with their noses in the air.
That would mean the clan ideology he had established had failed.
The applause and cheers from the crowd instantly grew more fervent, the sound like surging waves crashing against everyone's hearts, one after another.
This applause and cheering was not just out of joy for Cheng Zongyang's return, but also out of gratitude.
