Alas, he was already in his seventies and could no longer move easily, yet he still worried about the sect's affairs.
Wenlong was rather speechless, too. He wanted the old man to let go. His descendants could fight for whatever they could win; if they lost, that was their business. Wouldn't it be better to enjoy his remaining years in peace?
He said nothing. Once someone became fixated on something, it was very hard to change them. Ruan Qianqian's determination to find him was just the same-even if it cost her life, she would remain steadfast until death.
He would leave their affairs for them to decide. For Ruan Qianqian's sake, he would lend a hand wherever he could.
He gave them another few Spirit Pills for her parents to take. Before long, both of them could move much more easily.
Wenlong told her father to bring whatever he needed and head to the Myriad Crowds Sect. He hoped to settle this matter as soon as possible; he was anxious to return home himself.
Decades had passed in the blink of an eye. He had no idea whether anything had happened to his family, and his heart could never rest easy.
He did not know whether the preparations he had made before leaving had proved useful. That father of his was far too conceited, believing he could control everything.
He simply did not understand that human hearts were as unfathomable as the depths of the sea. Before profit and power, kinship and friendship were nothing but drifting clouds.
He hoped he had guessed wrong, and that his family had not suffered.
Things in Wen Family Village were almost exactly as Wenlong had feared. His mother stayed beside his father, already beyond tears.
"Long'er, why haven't you come back yet? Your