Father Li Xihong followed behind him with a beaming smile, his beard perked up as he continuously peered into his son's embrace. With the door closed between them, Li Xihong inspected him repeatedly and then suddenly spoke,
"If your grandfather were still alive, he would have felt more at ease…"
Grandfather Li Yuanyun, one of the few mortals in the direct lineage, lived a life of hardship and died uneasily. Although Li Xihong ultimately took the position of Family Head, his heart could not let go of his father.
Li Chengliao advised softly,
"It's all in the past... Look forward instead..."
…
Green Pond Sect.
A layer of snow had accumulated in the forest atop Qing Sui Peak, and the pavilions were empty. A woman clad in a Taoist robe sat on a bamboo platform, her hands propping up her chin.
