"Twenty years!"
A hoarse voice rose from Wang Yu's throat.
Over those twenty years, Wang Yu had gradually built a family and a career. The Wang Family had not been destroyed by the people of White Jade Gate; on the contrary, after twenty years of development, the Wang Family had directly surpassed White Jade Gate and become one of the Eastern Continent's foremost great clans.
There was even a seventh-stage Immortal Venerable stationed within the Wang Family.
He could be called one of the Eastern Continent's most supreme beings.
As for Wang Yu, amid the Wang Family's abundant resources, although his talent was not particularly strong, with such lavish resources piled upon him, he had successfully become a sixth-stage Immortal powerhouse.
He was an ultimate expert who could overshadow an entire stretch of heaven and earth.
Of course, that was only within the Eastern Continent.
Over those twenty years, Wang Yu had also found his own happiness. He had even had children.
He enjoyed the bliss of family.
Wang Yu lay quietly in a wicker chair. Before him stood his son and daughter.
"Daddy!"
A little girl skipped happily over to Wang Yu. Her chubby little face still bore the rosy flush of infancy.
Her cheeks were plump and soft, making her look incomparably adorable.
A smile gradually appeared on Wang Yu's weathered face—a loving smile.
Wang Yu stretched out a hand and gently stroked the little girl. Within his eyes, worn by the passage of time, a trace of pain seemed to flicker.
"Tutu is the best-behaved."
Wang Yu murmured, revealing a bitter smile.
"But this is still only a dream."
Wang Yu smiled bitterly. As he smiled, he suddenly began to cry.
A tear slid down Wang Yu's cheek.
"Daddy, what are you talking about?"
Tutu looked at