Until the next morning, the golden sunlight spilled over the Yan family's palace.
The second uncle, who was pretending to cultivate outside the Gathering Spirit Hall, suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of vigilance flashing through them.
In the next moment, a middle-aged man in a black brocade robe, with a dignified face, trod through the air, it was Yan Fengchen, the head of the Yan family.
He exuded the aura of an early-stage Supreme Realm cultivator, his steps were steady, carrying the majesty of someone long in a superior position.
"Seventh Uncle!" Yan Fengchen walked up to the second uncle and respectfully bowed, his tone containing a hint of humility.
The second uncle quickly recalled how Yan Wuming addressed Yan Fengchen that day.
After confirming it, he imitated Yan Wutian's rough tone and replied, "Fengchen, what brings you here today? Aren't you dealing with clan affairs?"
Yan Fengchen slightly bent and explained, "Fifth Uncle invited you over for a discussion."
