Inside the Cheng Family mansion, Cheng Shang was demonstrating martial arts moves before the younger generation and a group of disciples.
Although he was already over eighty, his breath surged like bellows as he moved, and every forceful punch and kick cracked through the air.
Just then, Cheng Zicheng approached and said, "Second Uncle, there's a phone call for you."
Cheng Shang knew no one would interrupt him unless it was urgent or the caller was important. He slowly brought his movements to a close, steadied his breathing, and stepped down. Cheng Zicheng said quietly, "It's Director Chen."
Cheng Shang nodded and took the clothes Cheng Zicheng handed him. "Take over for me."
He went into the living room and picked up the receiver. "Director, this is Cheng Shang."
Chen Chuan's voice came through. "Sir, there's something I'd like to ask you."
Cheng Shang replied in a deep voice, "Please go ahead, Director. I'll tell you everything I know."
Chen Chuan said, "When I spoke with Old Cheng earlier, I learned that Teacher Cheng's elder brother, Cheng Zishun, went missing at Jiao Mountain?"
"Yes, that's right."
Cheng Shang said, "Forty-odd years have passed in the blink of an eye." He sighed. "My eldest nephew had no real faults, apart from being a little too ambitious. Who could have imagined that a perfectly healthy man would simply disappear? Our family has never been able to get over it."
Chen Chuan said, "I heard the Cheng Family sends people there every year to look for him?"
Cheng Shang said, "Yes. Even after all these years, we haven't given up. Alive, we want to find him; dead, we want to find his body. For the first ten years or so, my third brother and I went looking every year. In recent years, we've