At the summit of Tang Mountain, on the ancestral grounds of the Tang Clan.
"Mother, Father." Tang Yin approached Tang Ming, his father, and Tang Xiao Ying, his mother.
They were sitting, calmly watching the sect below them. Disciples were moving about. Their children were managing, while their grandchildren were practicing.
Tang Yin's children could be seen playing around, while their mothers took them for walks in the mountains.
The view from the mountain was peaceful, and they could see other worlds in the distance.
"I heard you intend to retire," Tang Ming said, motioning for him to sit next to him.
Tang Yin smiled but did not respond immediately. He sat down and looked down.
There were so many things... the distant empires, the Wang Empire that was flourishing once again, the new sects under the command of the Tang Clan and the Celestial Tower... Everything was calm and developing in a sustained and controlled manner, without haste.
