The burden on his shoulders was too heavy, and before he knew it, it had nearly crushed Ouyang.
On one hand, this was indeed a side effect of losing vast amounts of true essence, but on the other, Ouyang had deliberately let it happen.
He still needed to devote all his energy to the moment his second junior brother made his choice. That was when he needed to remain clearheaded.
The confusion in his mind was only temporary. Once his second junior brother made his choice, he would regain his clarity!
So Ouyang paid his current muddled state little mind. He understood it perfectly well.
To gain something, one always had to lose something.
If one gained everything, that seemingly perfect life would instead be riddled with imperfections.
Ouyang took a broad view of this and accepted it calmly.
Time flew by in a daze. One year, two years, three years.
Ouyang's memory loss grew increasingly severe. He even deteriorated to the state of an ordinary person, needing three meals a day and enough sleep.
The man in the blue-green robe, who had once suppressed this world's mightiest Great Cultivators with a turn of his hand, had become as feeble as an ordinary elderly dementia patient.
From being lucid for half the day, he went to being lucid for fifteen minutes at most.
His condition grew worse and worse.
So bad that even Ouyang himself was no longer certain whether he could hold on until his second junior brother made his choice.
The worry in Little Bie San's eyes grew heavier and heavier, until he would not leave Ouyang's side for even a step.
After Boss had left, Big Boss was the only family he had left!
For some reason, Little Bie San kept having the illusion that Ouyang would