The father and son talked for a while longer before Song Yu asked, "How is Grandfather's health? Has he gotten any better?"
"Alas..." Song Ziqian's face darkened as he sighed. "Father worked himself to the bone for our family. His condition has become so severe that there's no turning back. I'm afraid..." His voice choked, and he couldn't continue.
Song Yu's expression grew grave. "I must go pay my respects to Grandfather!"
After taking his leave, he walked for a while and came to a large courtyard. A faint smell of medicine drifted through the air, making Song Yu furrow his brow.
He sent a servant in to announce him and only entered after receiving a response.
The medicinal smell grew stronger. Song Yu entered the inner room and saw an old man lying in bed, no longer able to get up.
"Grandfather..." Song Yu's eyes reddened as he bowed.
"Good... child, get up..." Song Yunxing's weak voice sounded. His health had gradually declined since five years ago, leaving him unable to manage affairs. He had handed the Song family's business over to his son, though Song Yu also managed a share of it.
Song Yu focused his gaze. The Fortune above Song Yunxing's head was steadily fading away—a sign that his life was nearing its end. Even his divine art couldn't save him.
Song Yu couldn't help choking up. He stayed to talk about a few trivial things, then left when Song Yunxing seemed tired. When he reached his own courtyard, he saw several people waiting there.
Seeing Song Yu, they all stepped forward and bowed. "Greetings, Young Master Yu!" Song Yu nodded. "Come in together!"
In the study, Song Yu sat in the seat of honor and looked over the people below. This was the foundation he had