"I said hundreds of years ago that I would no longer intervene in the affairs of the Zong Family, so this favor has nothing to do with the Zong Family, no need to overthink it." Mo Qingkuang noticed his hesitation, calmly said, and after thinking for a mont, reminded him, "However, as the Family Head, you must take the prosperity of the family as your responsibility. Go with the flow and look ahead, never act impulsively."
Mo Gaoyi’s heart trembled. Mo Qingkuang’s words were flat, but the aning was clearly a rebuke for his shortsightedness, for letting personal grievances overshadow the family’s interests. Could it be that the ancestor intended for reconciliation with the Mu Family?
Thinking of this, a chill ran down Mo Gaoyi’s spine. Regardless of Mo Qingkuang not concerning himself with worldly matters for hundreds of years, his position in the Mo Family was unmatched. If he wanted to dismiss him from the position of Family Head, no one could stop him.
"Gaoyi acknowledges his mistake and will adhere to the ancestor’s teachings." Mo Gaoyi quickly admitted his error.
Originally, he intended to find an opportunity to teach Han Yan a lesson, but now he dropped the idea, at least until Mo Qingkuang left, he would no longer trouble Han Yan.
If even the ancestor owed Han Yan such a significant favor, would troubling Han Yan not be a slap to the ancestor’s face?
Anyway, the ancestor only returns once every few decades, sotis even a century, and never stays longer than a few days, mainly to prove he’s still alive, keeping other noble families in check. Once he leaves, dealing with Han Yan would be a matter of ti.
"It’s good that you recognize your mistake. As Family Head, having so strategies and tactics is not a bad thing, and you’ve done quite well in that regard." Mo Qingkuang nodded and said.
Seeing the ancestor’s expression soften, Mo Gaoyi breathed a long sigh of relief. It seed that although the ancestor was sowhat dissatisfied, it was not too severe. As long as he didn’t provoke him in the coming days, there shouldn’t be any major problems.
"Master, Young Master Mo Yanhong seeks an audience." At this mont, Ji Gaoxian’s disciple reported from outside.
Han Yan found it strange, "What is this guy doing here?" It truly was a small world.
"Let him in." Ji Gaoxian said.
Soon enough, Mo Yanhong pushed open the door and ca in.
"Yanhong pays respects to the ancestor, and to dear father. I heard the ancestor returned, so I hurried to serve." Mo Yanhong said ingratiatingly, respectfully bowing to Mo Qingkuang as he spoke.
Mo Qingkuang preferred quiet and during his visits only t with the Family Head and elders, rarely a few seniors from the family branches, and most others did not even know.
Mo Gaoyi was aware of his habits, so he didn’t inform even Mo Yanhong of Mo Qingkuang’s return.
However, Mo Qingkuang had caused a bit of a commotion earlier sending Mo Yanlin back, which Mo Yanhong caught wind of. After confirming the ancestor’s return with a few elders, he hurried to make a good impression.
Though not diligent, this fellow had so cunning, knowing that winning Mo Qingkuang’s favor would elevate his status within the Zong Family. It would also reduce obstacles in aiming for the Family Head position, and if he could make the ancestor happy enough to gift him a few Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures or so Secret Manual, all the better.
"It’s rare to see such filial piety, stand up." Mo Qingkuang said lightly.
When juniors show manners, an elder like him naturally reciprocates with courtesy. In noble families, etiquette is regarded very seriously.
"Yes." Mo Yanhong slowly stood up. That rare acknowledgnt of filial piety left him pleasantly surprised. It seed the ancestor was satisfied with the display of etiquette.
With this thought, his eyes subtly shifted, then he bowed to Shen Moce and the others: "Junior Mo Yanhong pays respects to Master Shen, Master Pu, Master Weng, Master Ji."
He didn’t know why the ancestor ca here, but with the notable presence of Shen Moce, Pu Tiandi, Weng Yixiao, and Ji Gaoxian, he deduced they must have so relationship with the ancestor, probably old friends gathering.
He didn’t usually regard these Star Divination Masters, but being the ancestor’s acquaintances, he dared not neglect them. He was as respectful in deanor as possible, ticulous in etiquette, appropriately humble yet full of respect, practically a noble family’s son exemplar.
Mo Gaoyi’s face showed a slight satisfied smile: Though his prized son may not be very competent, he definitely had a knack for observation. Today’s display was quite face-saving, showing that he had raised him well.
"Young Master Mo, there’s no need for such formalities, please rise." Shen Moce and the others had heard of Mo Yanhong’s reputation and lacked even a trace of goodwill for such a prodigal son. However, since courtesy was observed, they had to give face and couldn’t let Mo Qingkuang be embarrassed.
Mo Yanhong raised his head, seeing the satisfied look on his father’s face, secretly felt proud. Scanning the room, he noticed besides his father, the ancestor, and the several Masters, there were also a few young people.
In performances, naturally, you must play the full role. Mo Yanhong put away his usual arrogance, wore a friendly smile, cupped his hands, and said to Han Yan and others: "Gentlen, I’m Mo Yanhong, greeting you from this side... wait, Han Yan, why are you here?"
Before finishing his sentence, Mo Yanhong saw Han Yan’s smiling face, instinctively exclaiming in surprise.
It must be said, Mo Yanhong had offended many and disliked even more, but his deepest loathing was for Han Yan, dreaming of tearing him to pieces.
The sight of Han Yan unsettled him, and he couldn’t keep up the act.
"What’s he doing here?" Mo Yanhong’s mind raced.
"I’m naturally here to pay my respects to the Masters." Han Yan said calmly.
Originally, Han Yan intended to retort him a few tis but thought he had bullied him enough. With his father and ancestor present today, it was better to leave him so face.
"Pay respects to the Masters?" Mo Yanhong pondered Han Yan’s words, seemingly realizing sothing.
"You two know each other?" Mo Qingkuang asked.
Though Han Yan had extorted him a bit, Mo Qingkuang wasn’t upset; instead, he was rather intrigued and appreciative of Han Yan.
Such a young age, possessing uncommon cultivation was surprising enough, but his calm deanor was truly remarkable. Given Mo Qingkuang’s reputation, many even in the Sword Saint Realm felt unnerved before him, barely daring to breathe, yet Han Yan was calm and collected, even when extorting.
Reflecting on his younger years, then looking at Han Yan, Mo Qingkuang couldn’t help but feel inferior.
Having lived over three hundred years, he had not grown senile but rather sharp, with an increasingly seasoned eye for people.
This Han Yan, not ntioning his aptitude, his temperant alone, is destined to achieve greatness in the future! In a mont’s ti, Mo Qingkuang made such a judgnt.
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