At those words, Song Yan looked at Zhang Cheng, his expression somewhat complicated.
A Golden Core True Person was actually about to pass away.
To mortals, someone who could live four or five hundred years was truly akin to an immortal.
Song Yan had always been a practical man.
In the Qi Refining Realm, he had thought he would thank heaven and earth if he could establish his Dao Foundation in this lifetime.
After reaching Foundation Establishment, he occasionally thought that if he could form a Golden Core in this life, he would truly have no regrets.
Of course, he also knew that whether one possessed a Golden Core or a Nascent Soul, the day of death would come.
But now that this matter lay before him in all its reality, the feeling was entirely different.
Golden Core seemed... not enough.
Casting these thoughts aside, he had little to agonize over regarding the Nangong Aristocratic Clan.
From his first arrival in the Nangong Clan Lands, to attending the River and Sky Night Banquet, to comprehending Sword Qi in the heart of the river, the Nangong Aristocratic Clan had always treated him with great courtesy.
Even when he had caused so many upheavals, Senior Zhang Cheng had chosen to be forgiving rather than make things difficult for him.
They had put it graciously, calling this a blessing rather than a calamity for the Nangong Aristocratic Clan, but he still had to take that as a courteous turn of phrase.
If he truly took it that way and felt no gratitude, however, he would be failing to appreciate their kindness.
Moreover, the man before him was a Golden Core Realm patriarch who had remained hidden in Immortal-Descending Pass for many years, the sea-calming pillar of the entire Nangong Aristocratic Clan.
He had