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The Hongqi car came to a steady stop in the square a hundred meters away from the Wu Clan Ancestral Hall.

The driver and the three burly men in black got out of the car at almost the same time, their movements as quiet and ritualistic as when they arrived.

One of them opened the back door.

Wu You stepped out of the car.

The moment his small figure appeared in the square, Su Qinghuan saw a scene through the car window that she would never forget.

The magnificent Wu Clan Ancestral Hall was now filled with people.

There was a dark mass of people, probably several hundred.

They were all dressed in uniform dark traditional clothing and lined up neatly in a special order at the foot of the steps in front of the ancestral hall.

Standing at the front were dozens of elderly people with white hair. Their expressions were solemn, but their eyes held an irrepressible excitement.

Behind them stood hundreds of middle-aged and young people, all with solemn expressions and utterly silent.

The entire huge square was completely silent except for the sound of the wind.

This spectacle was more awe-inspiring and imposing than any national-level welcoming ceremony Su Qinghuan had ever witnessed.

Su Qinghuan and her team also got out of the car.

As they stood in the empty square, facing hundreds of gazes and the ancient ancestral hall that loomed like a giant beast, a sense of insignificance arose spontaneously.

The cameraman, Lao Wang, was trembling, but he still held the camera firmly and kept the lens pointed at everything.

Assistant Xiao Li was so frightened that she hid behind Su Qinghuan, her face pale.

Su Qinghuan's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat, but she forced herself to stand up straight.

She knew that from this moment on, what she was recording would be a scene worthy of being recorded in history.

In the live stream, the audience, which had already surpassed 30 million, was stunned by the sudden grand spectacle, and the barrage of comments became sparse.

All eyes were focused on the eight-year-old child who was walking slowly toward the ancestral hall alone.

Wu You's pace was not fast, but each step was exceptionally steady.

His small figure appeared particularly lonely against the backdrop of the vast square and magnificent ancestral hall, yet he exuded an innate kingly aura.

He seemed not to be walking towards a building, but towards his own throne.

Just as Wu You was about ten meters away from the crowd, the two heavy vermilion doors of the ancestral hall, which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, slowly opened inward with a long, drawn-out creak.

A figure walked out from inside the door.

He was an old man who looked older than all the other elderly people below the steps.

He wore an extremely elaborate black robe with subtle patterns, his hair and beard were all white, and his long beard hung down to his chest.

His back was somewhat hunched, and his face was covered with deep wrinkles, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, as if they contained endless wisdom and the passage of time.

He leaned on a dragon-head cane carved from a single piece of black ebony and walked down the steps, one step at a time, trembling and unsteady.

The moment the old man saw Wu You, an incredibly complex emotion welled up in his weathered eyes.

There was relief, excitement, and a sense of accomplishment, but more than anything, there was a deep-seated reverence.

He quickened his pace and walked up to Wu You.

Then, in front of Su Qinghuan's camera, and under the gaze of more than 30 million viewers in the live broadcast room, this elderly man, who looked to be at least ninety years old and had an extraordinary demeanor, leaned on his cane and slowly and solemnly bowed to Wu You, who was only eight years old.

Immediately afterwards, the old man's aged yet resonant voice echoed throughout the entire square.

"Wu Jingzhi, the 36th generation head steward of Wu Family Village."

"Welcome back to the village, young master!"

As he finished speaking, the hundreds of villagers from Wu Family Village behind him, regardless of age, gender, or social status, all bowed down in unison in the direction of Wu You!

A dark mass, their movements perfectly synchronized, exuding a chilling sense of obedience.

"Welcome back to the village, young master!"

The voices of hundreds of people converged, forming a deafening sound wave that echoed endlessly through the valley.

At this moment, the entire world seemed to be filled with only this one sound.

Su Qinghuan was completely stunned. Her mouth was agape, her mind blank, utterly unable to process the miraculous scene before her.

An eight-year-old child, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, stood solemnly.

Before him stood his people.

The person in the lead was a centenarian who was almost ready to die.

The phrase "living ancestor" is no longer a joke in the comments, nor is it just a guess in Su Qinghuan's mind.

It has become a real, ongoing fact that has overturned everyone's worldview.

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