Yang Family Village.
When Yang Mingwu came back with fifty soldiers, it inevitably drew countless stares and discussions.
Quite a few villagers looked at Yang Mingwu and greeted him warmly.
"Mingwu, are all these men your subordinates?"
"I heard you're already a Vice Thousand-Man Commander? Is that true?"
"Is Uncle Zhengshan doing all right?"
"You have to remember Uncle Zhengshan's support. We can't forget our roots!"
Listening to the villagers' concerned and envious words, Yang Mingwu gave a simple, honest smile so wide his mouth nearly split his face.
Only after no small effort did he walk out from among the enthusiastic villagers and arrive in front of Yang Zhengxiang.
"Clan Chief!"
"Not bad. You've grown sturdy!" Yang Zhengxiang said, stroking his long beard as he looked him up and down.
Compared with the former Yang Mingwu, the current Yang Mingwu was even more burly and even fiercer—provided one ignored that simple and honest expression on his face.
"Has the Clan Chief been well lately?" Yang Mingwu was also sizing up Yang Zhengxiang.
Yang Zhengxiang was already old. Even though he was a martial artist, he still could not hide the fact that he was aging.
However, his vigor and spirit were very good. His pair of turbid eyes shone brightly, as if filled with limitless vitality.
"Good! I'm doing wonderfully now!" Yang Zhengxiang laughed heartily.
As the Yang Clan developed and grew stronger, he, the clan chief, had become a person of some standing throughout Anning County.
Especially after Yang Zhengshan was promoted, many people came to visit him, wanting to use his connections to seek a future under Yang Zhengshan.
With so many people flattering him and so many people showing him respect, Yang Zhengxiang seemed to have regained a second spring. Every day, he was brimming with