Han Yu looked at Zhushen. "And you are not limited either. You can still cultivate on your own. If you break through to the Nascent Soul realm by your own efforts, then when you finally accept your father's cultivation, your strength will rise to an even higher level."
The Patriarch's eyes brightened. "That is good. Very good."
He straightened his back slightly. "Even if my own future is limited, I do not regret it. If my cultivation can become the foundation for my children and my clan, then that is enough for me."
Zhushen lowered his head. "Father…"
"Enough," the Patriarch said gently. "Do not cry like a child. We still have many years ahead of us."
With that, he turned toward the gathered clan members.
"The ceremony is over," he announced. "Return to your duties."
The clan members, who had been holding their breath throughout the entire process, finally exhaled. One by one, they bowed deeply to the Patriarch, to Zhushen, and finally to Han Yu before slowly leaving the hall.
