After that long-ago parting, Chen Yang had gone to the Elders' Court to chat and drink tea with the three elders. He had particularly urged the Great Elder to smoke less, or better yet, quit altogether, promising to check on him upon his return.
Who could have known that farewell would be their last?
Looking back on his life, beyond Ren Tong's guidance and cultivation, the Great Elder's steadfast support from behind the scenes had also played a crucial role. It was their boldness, their willingness to trust the youth, that had shaped the Zhennan Prince and the War God of the State. It was because of them that the Zhennan Prince had forcefully pushed the nation's borders and the War God of the State had planted the battle flag in the Barbarian Capital. A single battle that forged Tianwu's martial spirit and established its awe-inspiring authority.
Yet, the Great Elder had departed so silently, and Chen Yang had not even been there to see him one last time.
