Hearing the girl's words, Yang Chongxiao's expression grew even more complicated. It took him a long while to recover before he said softly, "Don't feel guilty. Actually, it's a pretty good name. When my granddaughter was born, I went against everyone's objections and gave her that name. They all thought it was too ordinary. But what did they know? What's wrong with being ordinary? All I wanted was for Tingting to live a peaceful, steady life. As for not cultivating and having a short lifespan, with my status, I—cough, cough."
Hearing the girl's name, Yang Chongxiao sank into a long remembrance, and all he spoke of were the little things in life.
As he grew weaker and weaker, the tears on the girl's face streamed all the more fiercely.
The others were no different.
"All right, I've said enough. I'm tired now. Tingting, though you aren't my granddaughter, I'd like to hear you call me Grandpa before I die. Of course, if you don't want to, that's fine too. As for your name, if you like it, keep it. If you don't, you can change it. People say that a dying man's words are always kind. Let an old man like me offer you one last piece of advice: from now on, stay away from the Heavenly Demon Sect. And take this. It contains everything I own."
With his final moment drawing near, Yang Chongxiao seemed to see his son and daughter-in-law coming to meet him, and his granddaughter waving to him. Mustering the last of his strength, he removed the spatial ring from his hand, wiped away its seal, and gave it to the girl before him, who was also called "Yang Tingting."
"Grandpa! Don't die! I can't take this!"
In that instant, Yang Tingting felt something in her