"B-big brother..."
Si Kai looked at his third brother.
Si Shuo's eyes reddened slightly. "Then Dad... could he also...?"
Si Kai's fingers tightened slightly.
He did not answer, because he did not know.
But he, too, felt an excitement he could barely suppress.
Their mother's cultivation had been low, and she had died early. When their father ascended, the three brothers had still been young.
Back then, he had only just taken charge of the Lineage, while Si Che and Si Shuo had been two green boys. In the blink of an eye, so many years had passed.
So long that even his father's face was beginning to blur in his memory.
How long had it been since they last saw their father?
Was he still alive?
Was he doing well?
But as the eldest brother, he thought further ahead. He had heard a little about Jiang Ling's story.
An Immortal Lord's daughter, walking alone for ten thousand years, an enemy of the Immortal Realm.
Her father had vanished in that "disappearance of the Immortal Lords."
And now, their own ancestor was very likely one of the twelve Immortal Emperors.
Then... had their ancestor been involved in what happened back then?
He did not know.
Nor did he dare think about it.
He glanced at Si Shuo beside him.
His third brother was still immersed in the excitement of "maybe we'll find Dad soon" and had never even considered that possibility.
Sometimes, being carefree was a blessing in itself.
Si Kai sighed.
Because he, too, felt a hope he could barely suppress.
Find their father.
Find those forebears who had never sent another word after ascending.
Their family... truly reunited.
The thought was too tempting, so tempting that he refused to think about those more complicated, heavier matters.
Watching their