"This old servant pays respects to Young Master."
The instant he entered, Old Ghost Chihuo performed a grand salute and knelt.
Even though he was already the family's old ancestor and the guardian of one side, he had always possessed an exceptionally clear understanding of his own identity.
The identity of a "servant" was not something shameful to speak of. On the contrary, it was a special identity and bond—an advantage that others did not possess.
Whether it was Zijun or Zhang Ming, no matter how high their status had become, neither could possibly obtain Song Changsheng's absolute trust.
But he was different. He was a minion Song Changsheng had personally raised up. His life and death rested on a single thought from Song Changsheng; the slightest disloyal intention would be detected, leaving him no possibility of rebellion.
He merely needed to conduct himself properly, show his face from time to time, and cultivate the bond between master and servant. No matter what benefits there were, they would never be left out.
Because Song Changsheng was someone who cherished old ties.
Therefore, not only could the identity of a "servant" not be cast aside, it had to be proclaimed so that everyone knew!
Of course, he was a clever man.
He knew that making too deliberate a show of it would instead provoke Song Changsheng's displeasure. In public, he never lowered his bearing, because he was an Outer Clan Elder of the Song Clan and a Town Guardian Envoy. He represented the Song Clan's face.
Private meetings such as this, with no outsiders present, were different. Lowering his posture instead helped foster the relationship between them.
Song Changsheng was indeed very pleased. Smiling, he helped him up and said with feigned displeasure, "You're already of the old ancestor generation. Why