As he spoke with growing gusto, the Yang Clan Patriarch's face regained its usual high-spirited vigor.
"Lingshu, fetch paper and brush with your sister!"
"Yes!"
Yang Lingshu immediately summoned them with his true essence and placed the paper and brush by Yang Lingqing's side.
Taking them, she swept up her sleeve and set brush to paper, splashing ink as she wrote several large lines.
"Half a life of drifting forged the clan's lifeblood; a body of blood and sweat founded its legacy; Heroic bearing and peerless talent drew Heaven's envy; an immortal descended to the mortal world and severed the worldly flesh. Yet after I die, the Yang Clan shall endure! And those who come after will surely shatter the blue heavens and question the true immortals!"
Having finished writing, Yang Lingqing nodded in satisfaction. She tossed the handwritten sheet to Yang Lingshu beside her, then said to Chen Yang, "Immortal Venerable, take me back to the mountain."
"Alright."
Chen Yang gave a slight nod and, with a wave of his hand, took Yang Lingqing away from the place.
After the two left, Yang Lingshu was the only one remaining in the room.
He put away the handwritten sheet, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, then turned around and silently began gathering the words of countless plans and schemes scattered throughout the room, each steeped in Yang Lingqing's lifelong devotion. He sorted them into categories and organized them volume by volume.
Yet whenever those striking traces of bright red appeared before his eyes, grief surged through Yang Lingshu's heart once more, and he threw back his head and wept.
Yang Family Sacred Land, former site of Pine Mountain.
When Chen Yang brought Yang Lingqing to that familiar mountain path, Yang Guanfeng and Elder Yu were already waiting