Li Ping, Qi Hanmo, and Bai Qing walked in from outside.
Under Li Ping's gaze,
Cheng Yao lay quietly on the bed, her eyes closed and her expression peaceful.
She had always been rather petite. In old age, her muscles had wasted away and wrinkles crisscrossed her face. From a distance, she looked like a shriveled monkey.
Wang Xingwei stood before the bed, his hands rising and falling, his gaze flickering. He was clearly flustered and at a loss.
His and Cheng Yao's three children knelt on the floor, looking at their mother, who had ceased breathing, and weeping bitterly.
The Wang Family's circumstances differed from those of the Zhang Family and the Gu Family.
Since Cheng Yao and Wang Xingwei were both cultivators with fairly good aptitude and high cultivation, all three of their children had quite good spirit roots.
Apart from the eldest, who had a dual spirit root, the second and third children both had three-spirit roots.
With their parents' help, all three had successfully reached Foundation Establishment and survived to this day.
Compared with Zhang Tie and Gu Musheng, Cheng Yao had undoubtedly been much more fortunate. She had not suffered the anguish of the white-haired burying the black-haired.
"Uncle Li, Uncle Qi, Uncle Bai!"
Seeing the three enter, the children kneeling on the floor called out, tears shimmering in their eyes.
Li Ping sighed and gently patted their shoulders without saying much.
The limit of one's lifespan was imposed by the laws of heaven and earth. Though cultivators possessed great divine abilities, they were powerless against aging.
Cheng Yao's eldest son was named Wang Chengyu.
Wang Xingwei scarcely concerned himself with anything beyond cultivation. Whether back in the Immortal City or after their move to Seven Immortals Mountain, the lineage's affairs had chiefly been handled