The Vast Golden Age Envisioned

Seeing Third Uncle An suddenly faint dead away, his hands still tightly gripping An Dongcheng's, the Alliance cultivators present felt their eyes sting.

People were like that. Even if they themselves were not truly so devoted, at certain moments, when they saw emotions laid bare before them, they could not help being moved along with them.

The medical cultivators who had rushed over hurriedly carried him away. With tears streaming down his face, An Dongcheng walked step by step toward the central platform under everyone's gaze.

"Everyone."

The young man's voice was slightly hoarse, and the high spirits he had shown upon first appearing were gone from his face.

"What happened to Third Uncle was originally a private matter of my family. I should not have delayed everyone during this important meeting. But my father spent all year hunting demonic beasts outside to support the household, while my mother and I depended on one another, a widow and her son.

"All these years, only Third Uncle has looked after our family. Now he has fallen ill from overwork to this extent. I truly cannot suppress my grief..."

As he spoke, tears fell from his eyes once more.

After hearing the young man reveal these hidden circumstances, the faint displeasure the Alliance cultivators had felt vanished into thin air.

The same old truth applied: cultivators were profoundly contradictory creatures. In pursuit of their own Great Dao, they could make themselves nearly heartless; yet when they saw familial affection revealed, they could be moved as though they felt it themselves.

Had he come from some cultivation clan, everyone might still have harbored doubts about the young man before them. But after this reunion of relatives in full view of all, they had naturally labeled An Dongcheng as someone of humble origins.

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