Yang Zhenghe did not get angry. Instead, he looked at Yang Zhengshan with a calm expression.
"Xiangheng, why haven't you paid respects to your great-uncle yet!"
The hoarse voice spilled from his mouth, calm and steady.
If it was a turtledove occupying the magpie's nest, then so be it!
With the Lingxi Yang Family having fallen to this state, what else did they have left that they feared others might occupy?
Those few mu of barren spirit fields?
Or these dozens of houses?
Although the person in front of him was of unknown origin, and he did not know what purpose he harbored, at the very least, this man could preserve the Lingxi Yang Family.
As long as the Lingxi Yang Family could continue on in this Lingxiu Sea, then even offering up the entire Lingxi Yang Family would be worth it.
Yang Xiangheng was stunned at first, but then he understood Yang Zhenghe's thoughts. Without the slightest hesitation, he bowed and paid respects. "This grandnephew pays respects to great-uncle!"
Neither grandfather nor grandson was a fool. Both knew that, at present, they did not have the qualifications to choose.
If Yang Zhengshan had not come, the Lingxi Yang Family would not have been able to hold on much longer. Very soon, they would lose this Lingxi Mountain, and at that time, the Lingxi Yang Family might have to face the outcome of being exterminated.
Now that Yang Zhengshan had come, he had instead brought them a path to survival. Even if this path looked very strange, it had given them a chance to make a choice.
From doubt to shock, then from shock to hesitation—in the short span of a quarter of an hour, both grandfather and grandson made their decision.
Yang Zhengshan looked at the two of them,