In an instant, Wang Shouzhe's little courtyard became extraordinarily lively, nearly too crowded to fit everyone.
Left with no choice,
Wang Shouzhe summoned a group of maids. Some set out tables, others placed chairs, while spirit melons, spirit fruits, and spirit tea were brought out one after another, turning the courtyard directly into a tea gathering.
These were all extremely important relatives of his.
Quite a few of them had offered Wang Shouzhe immense help during his years of growth. Wang Shouzhe himself was someone who cherished old ties; he remembered every favor anyone had ever done for him.
As for Wang Gui, who had also come to pull strings, he took his great-grandson and shrank into a corner. There was no helping it—every person present was a major figure of Changning Guard. He could not afford to offend any of them~
"Ancestor Mang, you look positively radiant. Your cultivation has improved quickly." Wang Shouzhe warmly and respectfully received his elder, Gongsun Mang, personally brewing him a cup of tea.
During the Wang Clan's most difficult period, it had been thanks to Ancestor Mang coming to hold the fort and lend his strength that the Wang Clan had survived the crisis. Wang Shouzhe would never forget such a debt of gratitude.
"Not at all, not at all~ It is you, Shouzhe, who have already gone farther than us old bones." Ancestor Mang looked at Wang Shouzhe, filled with emotion.
He was a Xuanwu body cultivator, his blood and qi abundant and his voice brimming with vigor.
Back then, Ancestor Mang's aptitude had not actually been poor. His innate talent had nearly reached the level of a Lesser Heavenly Prodigy, but his family's foundations had been what they were, delaying his prospects. Only later, when the Shanyang Gongsun Clan and the