"Greetings, Patriarch. Greetings, Sister Yang Liu..."
Yang Yuanhong properly bowed to the two of them, then walked over to Chen Yang.
"Yang Lineage disciple Yang Yuanhong pays respects to the Immortal Venerable!"
"The Yang Lineage has survived to this day entirely under the Immortal Venerable's protection! Today, during the Lineage's grand rite, Yuanhong has been fortunate enough to meet the Immortal Venerable and learn of the grace bestowed upon the Yang Lineage. My heart is filled with boundless gratitude, which I shall never dare forget..."
He had practiced those words from the day he learned to speak. They were already engraved in his heart.
Yang Yuanhong knew that he was different from the other disciples of the Yang Lineage.
His father, the Patriarch, Second Uncle, his younger uncle, and Sister Yang Liu had all received their bestowed names only after they began cultivating the Dao or achieved some success in cultivation.
Yet his own name had been chosen by the Immortal Venerable at the moment of his birth.
Born within the Lineage's Forbidden Ground, personally raised by the Patriarch, and cherished by all the elders—every bit of it made Yang Yuanhong keenly aware that his significance to the Yang Lineage was anything but ordinary.
Thus, from the time he could remember, he had carried an intense sense of duty in his heart.
After reciting his words of reverence, Yang Yuanhong kowtowed three more times to Chen Yang, then turned to look at Yang Lingqing.
When he saw the Patriarch nod, a smile spread across his little face, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. Turning back, he asked impatiently, "Immortal Venerable, the Patriarch examined my body before and said that my Qi Meridians have already begun to form! I came today because I wanted the Immortal Venerable to take a look.