Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 438 - 304 That Gust of Wind_2

Chapter 438: Chapter 304 That Gust of Wind_2

Feng Zeng had just finished speaking with several clan relatives, and those relatives were still nearby, not having gone far, occasionally glancing over here. Although a smile still lingered on Feng Zeng’s face, he practically squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth:

"Didn’t I tell you not to provoke him?!"

Feng Shuo defended himself, "I really didn’t go and provoke him this time! It was just a coincidence that we ran into each other!"

Feng Zeng: "Let’s get past the ancestral ceremony first. Try to avoid him as much as possible, as that kid is not easy to deal with right now."

Meanwhile, Feng Chi had wanted to chat about something light-hearted with Feng Yi, but instead of Feng Shuo leaving, an even more troublesome person arrived!

"Uncle." Feng Chi called out and then stepped aside.

Feng Yi looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, the second eldest of the Feng Family in Yang City, Feng Yi’s own father.

For today’s ancestral ceremony, this man had dressed himself up specially, and every unassuming accessory he wore was of considerable value.

Not much different from a few years ago. You could tell that he was living a good life, or at least he thought so. One man’s poison, another man’s meat.

Upon seeing Feng Yi, Feng Yi’s uncle wanted to show a smile, but his facial expression was so stiff and unnatural that it looked somewhat odd.

Feng Yi’s uncle was also quite troubled. Due to reasons relating to Old Man Feng, he wasn’t close to Feng Yi and even became the target of Old Man Feng’s anger because of this son, which made him like his son even less.

After Feng Yi turned 18 and left the family, his uncle actually felt a sense of relief.

He just didn’t expect the world to change so fast.

Before the ancestral ceremony, his eldest brother had talked to him, implying that he could be nicer to Feng Yi, as after all, he was his own son. Maybe a step in the right direction would thaw their relationship, and maybe he could even find out about Feng Yi’s sources of funding.

But he truly didn’t know how to be nice to Feng Yi; he didn’t even know how to pretend!

Feng Yi looked at the person in front of him, a relative with a very close blood relationship.

Below that strange smile was restraint and rejection.

It must be hard on him.

So be it.

"Hello."

Feng Yi greeted politely and then calmly walked past him.

Feng Chi looked back and forth for a moment, then lifted his feet and followed.

Feng Yi’s uncle didn’t call out to stop him, but the hand hanging by his side was clenched into a fist.

Although his worldviews and way of conducting himself weren’t recognized by some, being born into the Feng Family of Yang City, one wasn’t too foolish. He knew that compared to the past, Feng Yi had changed.

Become more dangerous!

He became even more guarded against this eldest son, to whom he had never been much attached.

He even felt relief that he had asked his wife to confine their younger son at home!

Both parties gradually distanced from one another.

Having met these two in a row, Feng Chi worried that Feng Yi might be in a bad mood. Looking around and noticing the commotion at the ancestral hall, he said to Feng Yi, "It’s about time; the Lion King has arrived! Brother, let’s head over!"

The "Lion King" mentioned by Feng Chi referred to the top lion dance team that had won the champion title in two consecutive Lion King competitions.

This "Lion King" was already crouching on the open space in front of the ancestral hall, ready for business.

Around it, children quickly gathered, curious spectators.

One child tried to reach for the "Lion King’s" tail but was held back by their parent.

Another slightly older boy, upon hearing from someone nearby that the lion was a person in disguise, ran over on a whim to lift the "lion’s skin" and see if there really was someone inside.

Fortunately, the staff stopped him in time.

The time was nearing.

Family and clan relatives, who had been resting in the side rooms, began to come out under the guidance of the staff, gradually gathering at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

Feng Yi also noticed that cute little sister from one of the clan relatives’ families; she was being led by her father, looking very demure.

However, from the emotional signals, this outwardly well-behaved little sister had intense emotions, and she was rich in her internal drama, probably already running a soap opera in her mind.

Uncle Zhen and the others also came over, and a staff member told him that he couldn’t bring synthetic mechanical pets into the ancestral hall shortly.

Uncle Zhen tried to negotiate without success and had to call over an assistant to take his mechanical Kylin away.

It was just a prototype used for testing; he had planned to let this "Kylin" enter the ancestral hall to take some videos. Alas, it was a shame; manual video recording was troublesome and incomplete, and also seemed impolite.

Feng Yi’s eldest uncle, the "legitimate eldest son" valued by Old Man Feng, was officiating the ancestral ceremony. He was very well-put-together and radiated a strong presence.

With the ceremony’s lineup ready, Feng Yi’s eldest uncle checked the time and glanced at Old Man Feng. Seeing the old man nod, he raised his arm and shouted loudly:

"Sound the drums!"

The lively sound of gongs and drums began, accompanied by fireworks and music.

The Lion King started performing earnestly, opening and closing its mouth as if laughing and congratulating in greeting. Its eyes were blinking, attracting the nearby children to fight over taking pictures with it.

As Feng Yi’s eldest uncle chanted, the doors of the ancestral hall opened.

They were all clan relatives, but there were differences in closeness, as well as a distinction between distinguished and ordinary clan members.

Feng Yi no longer stood with Feng Chi and the others. Feng Chi was part of the family, an insider of the Feng Family of Yang City.

As for Feng Yi, having been officially excommunicated by Old Man Feng, he was no longer a part of the family. He stood with the clan relatives.

The areas where clan relatives were to stand in the ancestral hall had been prearranged, and the staff led them into their respective sections.

Old Man Feng was supported by his eldest grandson, Feng Zeng, walking at the very front.

Moving inside, passing through several doors, all the way to the incense hall.

The incense hall was very spacious, and the ceiling was high, a stark contrast to the simple hall on Xiao Feng Mountain.