Yang Jingyuan did not know what his son was thinking. He only felt that when he patted his son’s shoulder, it felt less like a human body and more like a piece of rigid, unyielding wood.
However, on such a glorious day, he didn't dwell on it, preoccupied as he was with joy. He had been a Tanhua in his day, and now his son had become the Bangyan. The Yang Clan was finally on an upward trajectory; even after he passed on and descended to the underworld, he would be able to face his ancestors with his head held high.
The usually stern and stoic master of the house was wearing a smile, which not only made Yang Yizhi feel uncomfortable but also caused the household servants to break out in goosebumps. It was a truly unsettling sight. They all silently agreed that Yang Jingyuan looked much more normal when he wasn't smiling.
Chapter 340