Cao Zhi dared not look directly, once again kneeling to the ground: "The later generations of the Cao Family are incompetent, losing the great mountains and rivers left by the ancestors, speechless to face the Grand Ancestor!"
Cao Xie did not speak, only sipping the tea gently, until half the tea was drunk, he murmured to himself:
"Over four hundred years have passed.
"Back then, I was merely a horse servant in the chaotic times, and only because I refused to accept fate, did I rise with arms, dreaming that one day I wouldn't need to look up to anyone anymore, fighting half a lifetime to win a piece of Jiang Mountain, only to realize what it means when they say there's always someone better, a mountain beyond the mountain.
"Since then, I've devoted myself to seeking the Dao, yet I could never fully let go of the Jiang Mountain that my brothers and I fought for.
