By seniority, Yang Shu and the three Yang Linghu brothers were of the same generation.
It was only that he had been born later. When the Beast Tide had erupted back then, he had been only three years old and had been hidden in the cellar with the other young children of the Yang Family.
"Oh! Little Brother's here."
At the sight of Yang Shu, Yang Linghu lowered the stance he had taken while practicing his arts.
Wu Tong, seated on a rattan lounge chair nearby, gently stroked her swollen belly with one hand and beckoned with the other. "It's our little Patriarch. Come sit over here."
"Sister-in-law, don't make fun of me. Yang Shu can't bear even a shred of the Patriarch's title right now."
Yang Shu shook his head with a smile.
These days, he was basically the one managing the Sanglu Valley branch.
However, whenever major decisions were involved, they still had to be sent to Pine Mountain first and passed down only after Yang Lingqing had reviewed them and found no issue.
Yang Shu stepped forward and sat beside Yang Linghu.
"Brother Linghu, it's been four months now, hasn't it?"
"Yes. In another ten days, it'll be the fifth month."
As he spoke, Yang Linghu looked toward Wu Tong, his gaze softening.
Though the two had been brought together by arrangements made by their Lineage, they had gotten along extraordinarily well after spending time together. They had never even had a verbal dispute.
Wu Tong possessed a resolute temperament, not the delicate softness of an ordinary woman. On the path of cultivation, she never sought shortcuts and was willing to put in bitter effort.
Yang Linghu admired her greatly for that. Practicing the Brute Force Art meant enduring no small amount of physical suffering.
When he