The Zhong family's villa was neither too large nor too small; family members could freely enter any room, but the courtyard in the back, a solitary structure, was an exception.
When the members of the Zhong family arrived here, they stood respectfully outside the courtyard door, and the Family Head straightened his clothes before gently knocking on the door.
The courtyard door opened on its own without a breeze, and an old man with the appearance of a young boy but white hair stood in the middle of the courtyard.
The old man just stood there. You could see him with your eyes, but you couldn't feel his presence; it was a very mysterious feeling.
The Family Head of the Zhong family, who had been very excited, suddenly calmed down at this moment. The old man's cultivation had progressed again. With the old man, the Zhong family feared no enemy and would not repeat the mistakes of many years ago.
"Oh, Yuan Liang?" the old man spotted Zhong Yuanliang immediately.
