As the steward, naturally, I can guess what you're preparing for the worship box. Looking at the Dragon and Elephant Fist held in Jiang Yuanfeng's hand, he couldn't help feeling reluctant, "Family Head, after all, this Dragon and Elephant Fist is our..."
"No matter how good something is, it only becomes truly valuable when it's used. Young Master Ming has been looking for a fist method to practice these past few days, and I think our Jiang Clan's Dragon and Elephant Fist is just the right fit," Jiang Yuanfeng said, then sighed deeply, "I believe our ancestor's spirit in heaven would not want to see this fist method decline within our family."
The steward didn't say anything more, knowing that Jiang Yuanfeng was not in a good mood. Although no one but their ancestor had ever successfully cultivated the Dragon and Elephant Fist, it was, after all, the most important legacy left by their ancestor.
To simply hand over such a thing, no one's mood could be good.
