The cold wind was bitter, blowing the stones until they clattered noisily.
Even the sky was not as bright as it had been before.
Ye Jinghu looked at Ye Jingcheng's back. He said nothing. He could not fully understand Ye Jingcheng, but he could absolutely empathize with part of it.
For cultivators, as long as their cultivation grew higher, they possessed long years of life.
But after those long years passed, the people gathered around them were very rarely the same group as before.
It was like most of the Jing generation who had once been around his age. Those who had not broken through to the Purple Palace had already passed away in meditation.
Within the family, they were already very fortunate. Even if heaven and man were separated, at least there was still a memorial tablet, something to keep in one's thoughts.
As for some cultivator old acquaintances met by chance like duckweed on the water, many times, even if one wanted to reminisce, there was little to recall.
"Eleventh Brother, when the time comes, I'll look after them," Ye Jinghu said as well once Ye Jingcheng turned around.
He still had some feelings for these subordinate forces too.
If Penglai acted against them when the time came, he truly could not bring himself to stand aside and do nothing.
"Jinghu, you need to think more. Sometimes, put yourself in your Fourth Brother's place, put yourself in Ninth Brother's place, and consider what they would do when that time came," Ye Jingcheng shook his head.
He did not scold him, but he was still afraid something would happen to Ye Jinghu.
On the surface, the Ye Family had two Nascent Souls in the Central Region: one was Ye Jinghu, and the other was Ye Jingyu.
After Ye Yunxi