"The Family Head has issued an order?"
Chen Zhixing's brows lifted slightly.
Chen Daoyan was one of the few people in the entire clan who knew his "true talent," and in his heart, he naturally had to understand that the excuses Chen Zhixing and Chen Tianchen had given would not be that simple.
"All right."
Chen Zhixing nodded, then went with the servant toward the main peak.
Ziwei's Ten Peaks.
Among them, the main peak stood at the center of the ten peaks, and was also the tallest of them all.
When Chen Zhixing arrived at the main peak with the servant, he saw that the Main Peak Great Hall, usually rather lively, was today deathly silent.
The vast hall was deep and dim, making it impossible to see clearly into its depths.
"Third Young Master, the Family Head is waiting for you inside."
After saying this, the servant respectfully took his leave.
Chen Zhixing nodded, his expression as calm as ever, and walked step by step into the great hall.
"You're here."
A hoarse voice rang out from the deepest part of the hall.
Chen Zhixing paused, lifted his eyes, and looked inside.
He saw an old man with graying hair seated upon an icy stone chair, his face full of weariness.
The back that was usually straight and imposing was now hunched over.
His whole person seemed to have aged by several decades, giving off an air of one nearing the end of his days.
"Family Head."
Chen Zhixing bowed slightly and cupped his hands.
Toward this Chen Clan Family Head, Chen Zhixing's overall attitude was still one of considerable gratitude.
Although the two of them rarely interacted, over the years, his food, clothing, daily necessities, and all manner of resources had never been shorted in the slightest.