The Surname Ying

The Old Blind Man's eyes were clear. A trace of peace and tranquility showed on his face, and his Life Aura had completely dissipated.

The painting beneath his brush bathed in the lingering glow of the setting sun, just like when they had first met outside the alley all those years ago. An Old Blind Man silently painted outside the alley, taking a sip of cloudy old wine now and then, letting it seep into his heart and soul.

The evening breeze outside drifted softly, gently stirring the scroll, as though good news had floated in on the wind.

Chen Xun's warm smile deepened as his gaze gradually turned towards the outside. "Sir... the mortal path has reached completion, and your remaining years were not wasted. I will accept this painting. Let Chen Xun perfect the immortal path that follows."

He carefully placed the Old Blind Man onto the chair, his gaze calm and intent.

Chen Xun picked up a broom and began cleaning the entire house himself, without using any dharma power.

Every speck of dust here was the Old Blind Man's Life Imprint, carrying the weight of the latter half of his life.

His movements were light and cautious, as though he were giving the Old Blind Man one final farewell.

Chen Xun was neither impatient nor sorrowful. He merely focused on restoring the house to a state of peace and cleanliness. Every motion was filled with reverence for life and respect for the passing years.

Gradually, the house regained its fresh atmosphere. The dust was gently swept away, and light streamed through the windows onto the floor, casting bright images.

A faint scent of wood wafted from every wall of the house, as though the Old Blind Man from his memories still existed within this space.

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