However, Ling Chengxia spoke up shortly afterward.
"Father, I'm going too."
Upon hearing this, Ling Pengyun immediately said angrily, "Even I can't guarantee that I'll survive this journey. You've only entered the Golden Core realm three or four years ago. With your strength, are you going there to throw your life away?"
Ling Yunhong, the Clan Head, frowned and spoke as well. "That's right, Cheng Xia. Your cultivation is still weak, and the quality of your condensed Golden Core is close to superior grade. Your future prospects are considerable. You must not act on impulse."
The Grand Elder, Ling Chengyuan, who sat beside him, also tugged at his sleeve, signaling for him to stop speaking.
Although Ling Chengxia still wished to persist, when he saw Ling Pengyun and the other Golden Core clansmen present, he suddenly felt that he was nothing but a burden. He let out a helpless sigh and quietly said to Ling Pengyun and Yan Siyi, who were about to set out, "Father... Mother! Your child cannot help you. I only hope you will not blame your child."
The anger in Ling Pengyun's heart vanished at once when he heard those words. Looking at Ling Chengxia before him, who now appeared middle-aged and even had some stubble on his chin, he felt as though a lifetime had passed.
Only now did he see clearly that, with the passage of time, his son Ling Chengxia seemed to have long since lost the stubborn temper of his youth. Tempered by the years, he had instead become steady and composed.
A trace of a father's gratified smile rose on Ling Pengyun's face. Even his gaze at Ling Chengxia softened considerably as he said, "Good child, we understand your feelings. You've grown up too... It's time for you to shoulder this