By the time Ye Jingcheng finished making arrangements, it was already late. The dim red sunset cast one long shadow after another across the earth.
That long-missed warmth made Ye Jingcheng narrow his eyes.
His entire body and mind relaxed.
This time, he did not fly. Instead, he walked briskly toward Sky Shadow Peak.
Along the way, one Lineage member after another greeted him.
He recognized some of them, but he could no longer name most. He could only find many similar outlines within his vast memories.
He also knew that many of the faces in his mind might never be seen again.
Foundation Establishment cultivators lived for two hundred and fifty years, Purple Palace cultivators for five hundred, and only Golden Core cultivators could live for a thousand.
Ye Jingcheng himself was already five hundred and sixty-three years old.
Those of his generation who had not broken through to Golden Core had most likely passed away.
If the impact remained this small in the future, that would be one thing, but the Ye Family was currently short of spirit beasts.
The one who had inherited Ye Jingyun's mantle and become the branch head of the Ye Family's Distant Spirit Branch Lineage was his youngest son, Ye Qingquan.
Having said that, he walked toward the Cave Dwelling, then took several spirit beast bags into the Grotto-Heaven.
Though the leaves that withered in autumn would turn to dust, they would flourish again the following year...
By the time Ye Jingcheng reached his Cave Dwelling, the setting sun had sunk even lower. Only one corner remained above the far end of the Desert Sea, illuminating the many remaining spirit-enhancing trees.
That would take a great deal of time.
Of course, what he felt most was regret that they had not shared a