I opened my eyes to the flickering candlelight filling the room.
This was the mourning hall; the white banners had not yet been removed. A dozen familiar faces surrounded me, each pair of eyes brimming with tears.
"Father!" My eldest son was the first to rush forward, a man in his thirties weeping like a child.
I wanted to raise my hand to wipe his tears, but found my limbs heavy as if filled with lead. I could only slightly move my fingertips.
Everyone in the room was crying, yet also smiling.
Maids and nannies crowded the outer edges, wiping away tears, while Butler Fu knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his aged face.
My gaze swept over their shoulders, spotting the young Immortal named Song Yan, standing by the screen, quietly observing everything.
"General, you are truly a Divine Being!"
The imperial physician from the court, with three fingers on my wrist, suddenly widened his eyes: "A steady and strong pulse! This… this is clearly the body of a robust young man!"
