Song Xianyun's body had deteriorated to an extreme degree. His Divine Soul was weak, his life force depleted. The Mana Song Changsheng was channeling into him couldn't even linger in his Meridians.
Reaching out and pressing the back of Song Changsheng's hand, Song Xianyun said softly, "There are limits to what a person can do, and one cannot defy the will of Heaven. My time has come. Don't waste any more effort. Just stay with me on this final journey."
"Twenty-first Grandpa..." Song Changsheng felt a sting in his nose. In contrast to Song Xianyun's calm acceptance, all he felt was a desolate sorrow.
"Don't act like a sentimental child. COUGH COUGH COUGH. Over the years, how many people have given their lives for the family? Sixth Uncle, Seventh Uncle, Second Brother, Third Sister, Luyao, Luhuai, Changrong, Changjun..."
