These three hundred years, weathering countless storms, Qin Ancestor has witnessed countless farewells.
He once thought he had long understood this truth.
Yet at this moment, he still feels a pang of heartache.
Many people say he has severed all ties to the mortal world.
But as long as one lives in the mortal world, how can they truly be free from the constraints of causality? As long as there remains a single thread of attachment, one will be influenced by it... Qin Ancestor indeed no longer cares about his descendants from the Qin Family, but there remains a concern, and that is Wu Zhexian, who resembles his younger self so much. Upon reflection, it is indeed ironic, for just a few hours ago, he had laughed with Yan Xin, saying he had chosen a successor, and the martial fate dragon vein of the future Da Chu Dynasty is to be guarded by Wu Zhexian.
This is the most suitable person in the world to take over.
Yet...
He died before him.
The old man gently smiled.