Chen Yindu glanced at him, and said, "If you truly have a master whose favor you can never repay, one who is willing to risk their life in a desperate fight with the Heavenly Lord, then I can track down the Heavenly Lord's place of Dao-integration. But this master must truly possess the strength to force the Heavenly Lord to unleash his full power!"
Chen Shi's gaze flickered. "He can have it, and he must have it. Grandpa, wait for my news."
He got up and left.
Chen Yindu put down the work in his hand, watching him go off into the distance, unconsciously thinking back to when he first held Chen Shi in his arms all those years ago.
He rarely returned home, only going back occasionally, and at most just to monitor Chen Tang's progress in cultivation.
When Chen Tang passed the scholar exam, he was not home. When Chen Tang passed the provincial exam, he was still not home.
Later, when Chen Tang got married, he heard the news and hurried back, but by the time he reached home, Chen Tang and Wu Qingyu had already performed the wedding bows.
During that period, he would sometimes return home once every two or three years. He always had a multitude of things to busy himself with, and upon returning home, he would leave again very quickly. Chen Tang's dissatisfaction was something he also saw clearly.
Yet he always felt that familial affection was a kind of shackle, trapping him, holding him back, and making it impossible for him to devote himself heart and soul to studying Daoist magic and divine abilities, or to deciphering ancient, lost secrets.
Until one day, Chen Yindu returned home and saw Wu Qingyu walking out holding a child, telling the babbling infant to