Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Because here, there was at least a dozen of Innate Martial Artists.

However, Yang Zhenshan wished to be inconspicuous, yet someone did not want him to keep a low profile.

"Is Marquis Jing’an present?"

A sudden aged voice came from above.

Yang Zhenshan shivered and quickly stepped out of the line, folded his fists and bowed deeply, saying: "Your servant is here!"

Emperor Chengping leaned against the armrest of the dragon throne, his eyes, murky with age, looking down at Yang Zhenshan.

"Not bad, I was not wrong about you, you’ve done very well!"

"Wait, don’t leave after this, I still have questions for you!"

Emperor Chengping said approvingly.

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhenshan immediately sighed with relief.

Good, the old Emperor held no ill will towards him!