"Elder Long, rest assured. If the Long Household ever runs into trouble, I will do everything I can to help."
Lin Shisan still did not want to accept the Biluō Purple Cauldron.
It felt far too weighty.
After all, this was the Long Household's ancestral treasure. As an outsider, he should not accept it, whether by sentiment or reason.
"Young Master Lin, you misunderstand me."
"I have no intention of binding you to us. This is purely a matter of fate. I feel that you and the Biluō Purple Cauldron share a destined connection."
Long Qingshan's voice grew weaker and weaker.
He rested for a moment, then gently patted Lin Shisan's right hand with his own trembling right hand.
"The Long Household's genealogy says that if ten generations of our descendants cannot open the cauldron, then it is not destined for our descendants. With Tianming's generation, it has been exactly ten generations. Sadly, to this day, not one of our clansmen has had a talent for alchemy. I cannot let this bright pearl remain buried in dust for too long."
"Old Master Long..."
Just as Lin Shisan was about to decline again, Long Qingshan slowly closed his eyes, and both his hands gradually fell limp.
"Grandpa... Grandpa..."
Tears streamed from Long Yan'er's large, dark eyes.
At once, grief filled the entire room.
Even Feng Xian'er, who had been toying with the demon spirit, could not help looking over, a trace of sorrow flashing deep in her eyes.
Lin Shisan felt a little tightness in his chest.
Looking at Long Qingshan, who had finally been released from his suffering, he could not help feeling a pang of sorrow.
Had the men Long Qingshan sent not arrived in time back then, he might already have been killed in the woods by those