"Great Elder, are you awake?"
This call seemed to break the last thread of hope.
The Great Elder's eyes slowly opened.
His eyes were very murky, but even with this simple act of opening them, the room was instantly filled with pressure.
The already broken facade on Zhao Yi's body began to involuntarily curl, peel, and fall off.
"My Yi'er... has returned."
"Yes, Great Elder, I have returned."
Silence.
Zhao Yi did not speak, and the Great Elder spoke no more.
But Zhao Yi believed that the one who couldn't hold back first would be the other party.
Because although he looked miserable now, he was still very young.
"Yi'er, is there trouble at home? Was it worth coming back in person?"
"Great Elder, home is the same as before."
"The same as before? It must be the day of the ancestral rite, back then I woke from a dream, and the Second Elder mentioned it, Yi'er, I didn't oversleep, did I?"
"You did not, today is the day of the ancestral rite."
