Shi Jingye looked at the four juniors with gratification, especially admiring Wu Zilong. To pinpoint the heart of the problem in such a short time—compared to them back then, he was far stronger.
The brotherly bond the four displayed also made him feel as if he had returned to the Flying Dragon Group of old.
Seeing the younger generation like this, the breath Shi Jingye had been stubbornly holding onto finally dispersed in peace.
"Father!" Shi Xiaojiang was the first to notice something amiss. Seeing his father's lingering soul grow fainter and fainter, he was utterly at a loss.
He had never felt much toward this "strange" father, but when he truly witnessed his father fading away, the pain clutching his heart made him realize just how heavy and precious this long-yearned-for familial affection was.
Had he known they would have only this fleeting moment, he would have stayed and spoken with his father a little longer no matter what, told him of all he had experienced over the years.
Shi Jingye's kindly gaze swept over Shi Xiaojiang. As if he could sense the latter's emotions, he lovingly raised a hand and made a gesture of patting his head.
Though there was no actual contact, Shi Xiaojiang felt a long-lost warmth beyond words.
At that moment, he felt more at ease than he had in all these years.
However, Shi Jingye's movement did not last long. Before the last of his strength faded, he turned toward Lu Feng and Tang Yuan.
To their surprise, he bowed deeply to them.
It left Lu Feng and Tang Yuan greatly flustered.
"This old man has never begged anyone in his life. Today, I ask you two young friends to lend them a hand once more and see my sons through this journey."
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