Inside the main hall of a residence belonging to the Chu Family, a middle-aged man and a young man were sitting together.
The young man was dressed in a white robe. With delicate features, he exuded a unique aura from head to toe.
This person was none other than Chu Feng's older brother, Chu Guyu, an inner disciple of the number one sect in Qingzhou, the Lingyun Sect.
As for the middle-aged man, he was Chu Guyu and Chu Feng's father, Chu Yuan.
"Creak~" The two were in the middle of a conversation when the tightly shut door was slowly pushed open.
"Who allowed you to enter without knocking? Get out!"
Having been happily chatting with his son, Chu Yuan was furious at the intrusion. He slammed the table and roared, but when the door fully opened and a thin, frail figure walked in, Chu Yuan's angry expression instantly froze.
"Heh, Father, Big Brother." Chu Feng scratched his head, grinning as he looked at the two people in the hall who were dearest to him.
"Little brother, it's you?" Seeing Chu Feng, Chu Guyu was overjoyed. In a few swift steps, he arrived in front of Chu Feng and scooped him up in a hug. "Little brother, you're finally back. Big brother has missed you to death!"
"Big brother, I missed you too." Chu Feng hugged Chu Guyu back just as tightly.
"Five years, and you've grown taller and more handsome. I almost didn't recognize you." Chu Guyu carefully scrutinized Chu Feng, his eyes brimming with joy.
"But I'm still not as tall as Big Brother." Chu Feng chuckled.
"How old are you now? In a few years, you'll definitely be taller than me." Chu Guyu affectionately rubbed Chu Feng's head.
"Why didn't you tell us you were coming back?" Chu Yuan also walked over, an uncontrollable look of ecstasy on his face. Although the rest of the Chu Family didn't treat Chu Feng as one of their own, in Chu Yuan's heart, Chu Feng was his son, no different from Chu Guyu.
Looking at Chu Feng's purple robe, Chu Yuan asked, "You entered the Inner Sect?"
"Mm." Chu Feng smiled and nodded.
"Good! I knew my son Chu Yuan wasn't that useless!" Chu Yuan laughed heartily, incredibly happy.
The three of them hadn't seen each other in five years, so they had endless things to talk about. They chatted for the better part of half a day, not even stopping for lunch.
"Lord Chu Yuan, the Clan Leader requests your and Young Master Guyu's presence." In the afternoon, a call came from outside the residence.
This was Steward Zhao's voice. He was a faithful retainer of the Chu Family. Although not a blood member of the Chu Family, he held a high status within it. Thus, the three of them, father and sons, all stepped out of the residence.
"Steward Zhao, do you know what Father is calling us for?" Chu Yuan asked politely.
"It's to discuss matters of the Clan Assembly. All members of the Chu Family are going." The white-haired Steward Zhao said with a smile.
"I see. Guyu, Feng'er, let's go." Chu Yuan glanced at Chu Guyu and Chu Feng and prepared to head towards the Chu Family's meeting hall.
"Lord Chu Yuan, the Clan Leader only asked for you and Young Master Guyu." Just as they were about to leave, Steward Zhao stopped them.
"What is the meaning of this?" Seeing this, Chu Guyu flew into a rage.
"Heh..." Steward Zhao remained calm, smiling faintly. "This is the Clan Leader's wish. This old servant is merely relaying the message."
At this moment, not just Chu Guyu, but Chu Yuan's expression also turned ugly. They had agreed on a family meeting, yet Chu Feng was the only one not called. The implication was crystal clear.
"Father, Big Brother, hurry and go. Don't make Grandfather unhappy." At this moment, Chu Feng spoke with a smile. He smiled calmly, his mood entirely unaffected. After so many years in the Chu Family, he was long used to this sort of thing.