Yang Gongming looked at Yang Chen, who was also showing a hint of shock, and smiled generously.
"Don't mind this old man of mine kneeling before you without any sense of shame. The one kneeling before you now isn't your grandfather, nor your elder, and definitely not some retired cadre. I represent the hundreds of people from the Yang family, who were preserved through your sacrifice, kneeling to you. This is what the Yang family owes you. Although my kneeling alone may not make up for anything, at least, I hope to find some peace of mind for myself."
After saying that, Yang Gongming slowly stood up on his own, chest held high, showing no shame in his act of kneeling.
"Do you think that I will accept you just because you knelt before me?" Yang Chen couldn't help but laugh.
