"Good. To be able to see them before I die… I'm already quite content," Old Master Lin said with a smile, seemingly without any regrets.
"Father," Lin Guodong called out, his voice trembling with distress.
His once valiant father was now skin and bones. The sight was heartbreaking, and Lin Guodong felt as if his heart were being torn apart.
"Enough! No crying. A true man bleeds, he doesn't cry. What is there to cry about?" the old master chided gently. "The only one I feel sorry for is Lin Zhan, and my only regret is not seeing my great-grandson. Still, I'm already very satisfied with this. That boy, Lin Kuang, has finally stopped blaming me."
The old master seemed very happy. At his age, he had come to terms with life and death. He didn't speak of what would happen after he was gone, believing that if he could build such a vast enterprise, his son and grandson could do the same. He had always held this firm belief.
