Face was something that, compared to solid, tangible benefits, had no comparability at all.
Compared to the right to lead a sacred land as vast as the Star Palace, what did a so-called kowtow amount to? Forget kowtowing—even if Chen Wanhong told Chen Zhaosheng to change his surname on the spot and acknowledge him as his father, Chen Tianxiong would not hesitate in the slightest, not even so much as furrow his brow.
What of it? Even if the child changed his surname, would the blood in his body stop being his own? Besides, was this Ancestor not surnamed Chen too! Neither of them exposed those little thoughts in Chen Tianxiong's heart. In truth, after Chen Tianxiong knocked his head down with that resounding kowtow, both Chen Wanhong and Chen Zhaosheng were somewhat torn between laughter and tears.
"Father, what are you doing? Hurry and get up, hurry. I remember the Evergreen Peach Tree on the mountain has borne fruit again. Zhixing just so happens to be back, so go pick some and send them over for him to taste."
Chen Zhaosheng spoke softly to Chen Tianxiong like this.
It was not that he felt his own father's behavior had embarrassed him. It was just that the family had only just returned to Heavenly Xuan, had not even figured out the basic situation, yet had inexplicably acknowledged an ancestor. To Chen Zhaosheng, this still seemed far too sudden.
Chen Zhaosheng felt that no matter what, he should first greet Chen Zhixing and ask about the specific situation before making this decision.
After thinking this, he also persuaded away his father, Chen Tianxiong, who was still hesitating and constantly shooting him meaningful looks. When Chen Zhaosheng turned back around, he looked at Chen Wanhong with a hint of apology and said: