The frigid wind blew, making the stones rustle.
Even the sky was no longer as bright as before.
Ye Jinghu watched Ye Jingcheng's back without speaking. He could not fully understand Ye Jingcheng, but he could certainly empathize with part of it.
For cultivators, as long as their cultivation rose, they would possess long years.
Yet after those long years had passed, it was difficult for those gathered around them to still be the same people as before.
Just like most of the Jing Generation who had once been around his age—those who had failed to break through to the Purple Mansion had already passed away in meditation.
Within the family, they had been fortunate. Even though heaven and man were forever separated, at least there was still a memorial tablet, something to remember them by.
For cultivator friends merely encountered by chance, many times, even if one wished to reminisce, there was hardly anything to recall.
"Eleventh Brother, when the time comes, I will look after them." Ye Jinghu spoke when Ye Jingcheng turned around.
He, too, still held some feelings for those affiliated forces.
If Penglai moved against them then, he truly could not bring himself to stand by and do nothing.
"Jinghu, you need to think more. Sometimes, put yourself in your fourth brother's shoes, in your Ninth Brother's shoes, and consider what they would do when the time comes." Ye Jingcheng shook his head.
He did not rebuke him, but he still feared that something might happen to Ye Jinghu.
On the surface, the Ye Family had two Nascent Soul Cultivators in the Central Region: Ye Jinghu and Ye Jingyu.
Once Ye Yunxi and Ye Yunxuan broke through in the future, they could be brought into the Central Region's view as well.
But during the period