Ling Wensong stated that if Ling Yun refused the position of patriarch, he would die with everlasting regret. Compelled by circumstances, Ling Yun temporarily agreed.
Naturally, Ling Yun had ways to make Ling Wensong find meaning in living on, but this body was useless both in constitution and cultivation, so he took the soul.
The little one wailed loudly, seeing a method of parting like this for the very first time. Although she did not have much affection for Ling Wensong, he was still blood kin.
Ling Yun said, "Since I am the patriarch, I hereby announce that from this moment on, I am passing the position of patriarch to my father. From now on, all matters of the Ling family shall be decided by him."
Ling Tianyang widened his eyes. "No, this is letting your grandfather down!"
Ling Yuyang used the exact same tone. "Little Yun, what are you doing? How can the position of patriarch be passed on just like that!"
Ling Yun carried the little one as he walked outward, saying as he went, "I am still the patriarch, and the command of the patriarch cannot be disobeyed!!"
A single, simple sentence left them with no grounds for retort.
After going out, Ling Yun simply chatted for a few moments with his own mother. He did not greet anyone else, nor did he inquire further.
As for the others, they only cared about whether Ling Wensong had actually passed on or not, and whether he had left any instructions behind—that was what concerned them.
Ling Yun's trip back to the Capital City this time was extremely brief. Mere hours later, he was back at the Jiangbei villa; even if Ling Tianyang and his wife wanted to make him stay, they couldn't.
At the Jiangbei villa, the trouble