Watching them struggle to part, Ning Wangshu couldn't help sighing inwardly. But for cultivators, such farewells were inevitable.
After all, to cultivators, several decades passed in the blink of an eye.
But ordinary people, unless they could reach a realm above the Golden Core, had a lifespan of at most a hundred years or so. Han Zhang was already in his sixties or seventies. Although Ning Wangshu had healed his injuries and given him quite a few spirit pills to prolong his life,
if he failed to reach the Golden Core Stage, then at most thirty or fifty years from now, he would inevitably turn to dust. Aying was leaving with Ning Wangshu this time, and there was no guarantee she would ever see Han Zhang again in this lifetime...
Ning Wangshu didn't disturb them. He simply waited quietly off to the side.
After a long while, Han Zhang glanced at Ning Wangshu, who was waiting, and took a deep breath. At last, he said to Aying, "All right, Aying. We've said everything that needed to be said."
"Don't keep Senior waiting."
Aying parted her lips. Her eyes were still filled with reluctance, but she nodded slightly and replied, "All right, Grandpa. You... and my younger brother, take good care of yourselves!"
"If... if I get the chance, I'll definitely come back to visit you and my younger brother!"
"All right!"
A smile appeared on Han Zhang's face.
Aying composed herself as well, then walked up to Ning Wangshu and said, "Senior Ning, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I've said my goodbyes to my grandfather and younger brother. I'm ready to leave with you whenever you are!"
Ning Wangshu smiled faintly, nodded, and replied, "All right!"
After a pause, he added, "However, before we leave, there's one more