Everyone from the Elder Family stared blankly at Weng Yinke's retreating back.
Then, without the slightest hesitation, the Second Elder went to stand behind Weng Yinke and dropped to one knee. One after another, every member of the Elder Family gathered around and knelt heavily, creating an utterly breathtaking scene.
Just as Sikong Jing stood there in a daze, Weng Ting stepped forward as well, landing beside Weng Yinke and kneeling before Sikong Jing.
Other than Sikong Jing, the only people in the entire place who had not knelt were Zhang Duiyi and his sister, along with Hua Meixi.
Yet all three of them had shock written in their eyes...
As for Weng Wu and the others, they had already rushed toward the rear hall to find Weng Yindu.
Only then did Sikong Jing come back to himself. He hurriedly said, "Patriarch Weng, Senior Sister Weng, there's no need for this!"
However, Weng Yinke shook his head heavily. "Genius Sikong, you saved this old man's life. You also saved our entire Elder Family, and you even made me the strongest person in Eastern Spirit City."
"For such immense grace and favor, a single kneeling salute is nowhere near enough repayment."
His voice trembled faintly.
He had never dreamed that he could reach the second major realm of the Emperor Martial Stage.
Before this, he had even believed it would be impossible in this lifetime. Yet Sikong Jing had not only saved his life, but given him the achievements he possessed today.
Compared with the rise and fall of the family, what was a mere kneeling salute worth?
Everyone in the Elder Family, including Weng Ting, thought the same way. There was not the slightest resistance in their hearts.
The way they looked at Sikong Jing was filled with gratitude.
Sikong