Two days later.
An expressionless coachman drove a battered old carriage slowly into Cheng Family Village.
Before long.
The carriage stopped in front of an ancient courtyard.
"Master, we've arrived!"
The middle-aged coachman turned his head toward the carriage compartment as he spoke.
Very soon.
The curtain over the carriage door was lifted, and a burly middle-aged man stepped out.
"Rou'er, come down!"
At that moment, a young girl followed him out of the carriage.
She appeared to be only twelve or thirteen, no older than thirteen at most.
She was one of the only two descendants found to possess spiritual roots during this examination.
The two walked one before the other toward the ancient courtyard before them.
Is this the Cheng family's Ancestral Land?
Rou'er gazed at the aged, archaic gate before her and thought to herself.
Along the way, Uncle Hongyao had told her quite a great deal about the Cheng family.
As a result, she had overturned her former impression that the Cheng family was merely a small and insignificant household.
She had never imagined that what the Cheng family revealed was only the tip of the iceberg. Beneath the surface, it was actually a family of immortals.
Such earth-shattering news had blown her worldview to pieces, and it had taken her quite a while to digest it.
Fortunately, she had also inherited the Cheng family's prudent temperament at the academy, so on the surface, she still looked like a quiet and gentle little girl.
Perhaps because of her upbringing since childhood, her mental maturity far surpassed that of youths her age.
The seeds of prudent learning had begun to show.
Yet the moment she stepped through the gate, her little heart began to pound several beats faster.
After all, she would be meeting the Ancestor, who