Over the next month.
Gu Musheng, Cheng Yao, and Bai Qing came to visit Zhang Tie one after another, spending a long time chatting with their second brother. Even Qi Hanmo, far away on Donghua Mountain, made a special trip to see him one last time.
Most of the time, however, Zhang Tie did the talking.
He reminisced about the past and gave his descendants instructions for after his death.
Zhang Tie was not particularly afraid of dying.
As he put it, he had lived for two hundred and forty years, seeing his master, wife, and children off along the way. He had long since lived enough.
Before dying, he had even borrowed his eldest brother's influence to secure the vast foundation of the Seven Immortals Sect for the descendants of the Zhang and Lin families. He could die without regrets.
He simply could not bear the thought of being separated from his brothers forever, on opposite sides of life and death.
Gu Musheng comforted him with a smile. "Second Brother, you won't be lonely. I don't have many years left either. I'll go down there and keep you company when the time comes."
At those words, Zhang Tie's lips spread into a smile.
In his youth, Gu Musheng had rather looked down on his honest, simplehearted second brother. While competing for a chance to reach Foundation Establishment, he had even once tried to plot against him during a gathering.
But as time passed, both of them drew close to the limits of their lifespans.
Neither attached much importance to those youthful disputes anymore. They dismissed them with a smile.
A month later.
Sitting in the courtyard, Li Ping sighed softly. Grief-stricken sobbing reached his ears, and he could vaguely distinguish the voices of several descendants Zhang Tie had doted