"Elders, uh..."
Just as the child was about to blurt out 'uncles, aunties, grandpas, grandmas,' he heard a clear voice chuckle ahead: "All right, no need for excessive formality."
"Oh."
Chu Yang straightened up and, lifting his head slightly, saw the main seats were occupied by a man and a woman, with rows of figures on each side, all of whom had the appearance of Human Immortals and were extraordinarily composed. He didn't recognize anyone; just guessing, those two might be Patriarch You and Patriarch Zeng.
You Yu was approaching forty, belonging to the second generation. He had taken two disciples, both around eighteen or nineteen, belonging to the third generation. Chu Yang was to be apprenticed to a Third-Generation Disciple, and he himself would be part of the fourth generation, so calling them Patriarchs was appropriate.
"..."
After You Yu allowed him to rise, he scrutinized him carefully, considering his talent to be average.
