They had just been fighting in the Su Family's territory.
Now Li Xiang had returned to his familiar room. Though he had spent less than five minutes in the game world, he felt as if an entire lifetime had passed, and his emotions were complicated.
He felt wistful and lost.
Like a lonely old man whose children were all out fighting for their futures, and who could only wait at home for their calls to hear how they were doing.
He looked forward to seeing them again—to gathering with these descendants he had never lived alongside, chatting about everything under the sun and discussing life's great questions. Best of all, they could share a meal, and he could buy each of them a cup of milk tea.
Perhaps some things in this world were simply like that. Though they had never met, they had already poured their feelings into one another, like an invisible thread that transcended space and time to bind them together.
"Ah, it's like a real world. My descendants—even if they're characters in a game—are real, too."
Li Xiang let out a long sigh.
Suppressing the urge to return to the game world, he suddenly widened his eyes.
He saw "May Our Ancestral Patriarch Rest in Peace" above Li Yundou's head in the game and nearly got so angry he went back to beat the kid up.
"You little brat, I'll remember this. Just you wait until I come back next time!"
Li Yundou's interruption had snapped him out of it.
Li Xiang came back to his senses. Returning to the game could wait; right now, he should be watching the battle.
After all the Golden Core experts had been killed, the Su Family was beyond saving.
When Li Dalong smashed a False Core cultivator to