Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes.
"Eldest son is back."
"Father."
Li Qian looked at his father, his feelings somewhat complex.
The little knot in his heart from years ago had long since dissipated with time.
The person lying before him in his dying moments was his father.
At this moment, he was about to leave this world.
Master had left.
Now his father was also leaving.
How fleeting life is.
"In this lifetime, I have no regrets."
The old man said with a smile, looking at his son before him.
Grandchildren fill the halls.
The family prospers.
His son is a Heavenly Person, revered by the people.
What more could he be unsatisfied with?
Saying so, he closed his eyes, the smile still on his face.
But Li Qian knew that the old man had passed away.
The old man's funeral was very grand.
Many forces came to mourn; virtually all forces within the territory of the Divine Sword Sect had sent representatives.
