Chen Kou said nothing. He merely stared coldly at the man before him.
Blood vessels of varying thickness crawled across the whites of his eyes like earthworms, converging toward his pupils.
Chen Li noticed none of it.
Or rather, Even if he had noticed, there was nothing he would have done.
Because the prophet named Song Siming had already told him in person what would happen next.
It was merely the final darkness before dawn.
"...Come, Kou'er. Draw your blade. Grandfather will accompany you for one last spar."
Though Chen Li had a thousand words in his heart, they all faded into nothing at this moment.
With a long sigh, his trembling right arm drew the saber at his waist.
It had to be said that time was an exceptionally patient opponent.
Even the Chen Family's Third Elder, once high-spirited and formidable in battle, could no longer gain the upper hand.
Yet Chen Li did not feel as heavy as his aged body.
The meaning of his life had long since shifted from becoming stronger in his youth, pursuing the limits of power and the ultimate essence of the blade, to passing on his legacy.
Feeling the fierce aura radiating from the young life before him, Chen Li was already content.
His only regret was that he would not be able to witness Chen Kou slay Lu Li with his own eyes.
However, Just as Chen Li raised his long saber and assumed a fighting stance, Chen Kou, standing across from him, suddenly shook his head.
Chen Li froze, and his previously calm heart immediately grew agitated.
"Kou'er, this is the final step!"
"Grandfather knows you can't bear to do it, but for the Chen Family, you must!"
"Draw your blade. Let Grandfather become the final stepping stone on your