We are here to serve the young master!”

A middle-aged man that looked like he was in his forties trotted into the village with a smile. Hundred over people followed behind him. There were men and women of all ages, all with bundles in their arms.

The few prodigals were already feeling dejected. Upon seeing the middle-aged man, they immediately turned pale with fear. They stuttered, “Mister...Mister Gou...”

The middle-aged man paid no attention to them at all. He ran towards Wen Leyang and smiled in an utmost respectable manner, “This young master with a scar on his cheekbone must be Wen Leyang right?” It seemed that prior to ascending the mountain, they had already inquired clearly, such that they could immediately recognize Wen Leyang.

The few prodigals hastily snuck away from the mountain. Wen Tunhai frowned in preparation to speak, the Grand Elder Wen lightly poked on his sleeves as he squinted his eyes and looked towards the middle-aged man and spoke lightly, “Don’t bother those worms anymore.”

The First Uncle Wen Tunhai let out a ‘hey’ and muttered to himself, “Those who came earlier bore gifts, those who just came were looking for trouble and fights and now a bunch of manservants came to provide service. What the f*ck is going on here?”