Shen Chongming slightly shook his head, not saying anything.
Beside him, Liu Fang tugged at his sleeve and said, "Old Zhao, over here..."
Zhao Jinhua, belatedly aware, turned around and noticed Lu Zhiyuan walking in slowly. He hurriedly clasped his hands in salute.
With an expressionless face, Lu Zhiyuan approached Shen Chongming and nodded at him slightly.
As if indicating that everything was ready.
Seeing this, Shen Chongming slightly narrowed his eyes, then said blandly, "Everyone, please be seated."
The crowd sat back in their seats with trepidation.
Lu Zhiyuan sat next to Shen Chongming.
"It has been sixty-five years since the Immortal Sect descended. Most of you here have followed our Shen Family since its rise."
"In these sixty-five years, our Shen Family has grown from a rural village household to the Fetal Breathing Family we are today, thanks to the strong support of you and your backing families."
Shen Chongming's speech was slow, his voice gentle.
