He had lived a long life—long enough. Yet in the end, he still had not lived to see the Liu Family rise to greatness. That was his only regret.
But the Liu Family's lineage could not be severed. These people absolutely had to leave.
"Father."
"Get lost! You're all grown men already—can't you even tell what kind of situation this is? If you stay, you'll only become a burden to me. This old man hasn't made a move in a long time. Today, even if I die, I'll take one of those old foxes down with me."
Old Master Liu stroked the long blade in his hand, his eyes brimming with memories, as though he had recalled his younger days.
Back then, he had been young and reckless, long blade in hand and fearing nothing. He had hacked his way all the way to the Mahayana realm. In the end, his talent limited him; he had no affinity with immortality, and he was no longer young.
From then on, he had focused on nurturing the next generation. Over the years, even his heart had gradually grown cold.
Among the group, the young man standing at the very back imperceptibly clenched his fist, then glanced at the broken sword strapped to his back.
"Get lost."
Seeing that these descendants still refused to move, Old Master Liu roared in anger.
After hesitating for a moment, his three eldest sons, standing at the front, dropped to their knees and kowtowed fiercely to Old Master Liu several times. With tears in their eyes, they led their families away.
"Hahaha, Old Liu, do you really think that turtle shell can protect you? To deal with you, we invited a helper of our own."
At that moment, the arrogant voice rang out from the sky once