Inside the cavern.
Cheng Buzheng looked at the little old man beside him, a faint smile gleaming on his face.
Yet in his heart, he became even more determined to strip this little old man of the clan chief's position and let him enjoy his twilight years in peace.
Clearly.
Such a low-key, cautious Spirit Child Feast could never have been the idea of this clan chief.
Likewise.
It was unlikely to have been arranged by Liu Er, since the timing did not match.
Liu Er returned to the Jin Kingdom almost once every five years, while this Spirit Child Feast had begun thirteen years ago.
In other words, this grand Cheng Family event had been established two years after Liu Er left the family.
If nothing unexpected had happened, it should have been the work of the younger descendants among mortals.
To act with such caution and steadiness, it must have been the doing of the two branch heads who had stood out from the family school.
Only clansmen who had deeply absorbed the essence of prudence at the school would have conceived of such a plan.
It definitely had not been proposed by this little old man, who had never attended the family school for even a single day.
What a pity those two outstanding pillars of the family had no spiritual roots.
Otherwise.
That, too, would have been a great joy for the family.
"What a pity!"
Cheng Buzheng sighed inwardly.
Just as thoughts whirled through his mind, an exceedingly faint, muddled noise drifted in from afar.
With his sharp ears and clear senses, Cheng Buzheng could vaguely distinguish the sound of hooves, carriage wheels rolling, breathing, snoring...
Cheng Buzheng followed the direction of those faint sounds and looked over!
They came from the broad, spacious passageway