That night, the hour was already deep.
Qin Fengming did not disturb the Qin Family. Instead, he swept his divine sense across the vast Qin Family estate, but did not see even the slightest trace of his nephew, Qin Meng.
After a brief daze, Qin Fengming understood. Qin Meng had likely already passed away.
When Qin Fengming had first arrived at Qin Family Village, Qin Meng had already been over ninety years old. Nearly twenty years had passed since Qin Fengming left. Even with the life-extending pills Qin Fengming had given him, an ordinary mortal could never have survived until now.
With Qin Meng's passing, one could say that none of the relatives Qin Fengming remembered from those days still remained in this world. Although he felt a trace of melancholy, the grief in his heart was no longer profound.
After cultivating for so many years, he had completely seen through mortal affairs. Even cultivators in this Human Realm could not escape the laws of birth, aging, illness, and death, much less mortals.
With a blur of his figure, Qin Fengming arrived where Qin Yuan was staying.
Qin Yuan's wife had also already passed away. Although he was now over eighty, Qin Fengming's spiritual pills had sustained him, and his body was still exceptionally hale. He had not yet fallen asleep. Instead, two personal servants were attending him as he handled some household accounts in a study in the rear residence.
When the three suddenly saw another person appear in the room, they were instantly startled.
"Qin Yuan, don't be alarmed. I'm Qin Fengming."
Upon hearing that familiar voice that had sounded countless times in his heart, tears filled Qin Yuan's eyes. He pushed himself up by the desk, then swiftly knelt before Qin Fengming.
"Ah, Old Ancestor... Old Ancestor,