The air was filled with a sense of melancholy.
Qin Zhiyuan couldn't help but collapse to the ground, tears flowing down as he lowered his head.
Beside him, Elder Zhuo also shook his head, sighing deeply, overwhelmed with emotions.
Yang Chen looked up at the sky, puzzled by the old sage's final words.
However, he felt that the old sage had finally passed away peacefully, returning to the path he had always pursued.
Yang Chen harbored no resentment towards the old sage; instead, he felt a sense of gratitude. After all, Yang Chen initially thought he would never find his parents in this lifetime, but the old sage gave him hope.
"Did you bring the shovel?" Yang Chen asked the four guards behind him.
"We did!" one of the guards replied, pulling a shovel from his waist.
Yang Chen nodded, "Let's dig a grave and allow the old sage to rest in peace."
