But Mu Qian said, "We were lucky to have fallen into the lake and came back with a life to spare. That old guy probably wasn't as lucky as us, and if he's not dead, he's halfway there."
Wen Jiaren thought for a moment and sighed, "Let's hope that's the case."
And indeed, as Mu Qian had predicted, Du Guosheng had fallen from such a height and managed to save his life thanks to his cultivation, and he was fortunate to land in the same place as the corpse of Du Jieyu.
Knowing he had no way to bring his son's body out from there and reluctant to leave it behind for wild beasts to ravage, Du Guosheng could only bear the pain and dig a human pit to bury him.
Having done all this, Du Guosheng was completely exhausted. After resting for a long time, he cut a tree branch with his sword. One of his legs was broken, and he could only move forward by leaning on this stick.
He was not willing to give up the inheritance just like that.
