"My heavens! Even the imperial family would pale in comparison to such extravagance!"
Amid the cries of astonishment, everyone looked at the Xiao Family members with barely concealed envy. Some even beat their chests and muttered curses of regret. "Damn it! Why wasn't I born into the Xiao Family? The Xiao Family's descendants have practically fallen into a nest of blessings!"
The onlookers, who had already been awed by the Xiao Family's grandeur, now gazed at those vermilion gates with an almost burning longing. They only hated that they lacked the bloodline fortune to join such a prosperous and blessed family.
Then, amid the Xiao Family members' overlapping farewells, Xiao Ling wore a faint smile as he nodded to several familiar faces. He occasionally paused to exchange a few words with the gray-haired Xiao Family elders, asking after the family's recent circumstances, while leading Xiao Yi Xian and Qing Lin deeper into the Xiao Family Residence.
Along both sides of the path, the family members had already voluntarily lined up. Their gazes toward Xiao Ling were filled with reverence and worship that bordered on devotion. Even their breathing unconsciously softened, as though they feared disturbing this legend of their family.
Back then, Xiao Ling had displayed astonishing cultivation talent in his youth. While still a child, he had been exceptionally admitted to Jia Nan Academy and traveled far to the Black Corner Region for further study.
After completing his studies and returning, he had spent very little time in the Xiao Family. After only a brief stay, he had once again departed for the Central Plains in pursuit of a higher realm of cultivation.
From then on, his visits home had become few and far between. He had nearly become a legend whom the younger family members could only admire