Seeing his father's expression so grave, Shen Wen'an immediately nodded. "Father, rest assured, your son understands."
"Go."
"I still have to make preparations for the final step."
"You two just focus on facing the tribulation. Everything else is already within your father's grasp; there's no need to distract yourselves with other concerns."
Shen Yuan waved his hand, a deep, unshakable confidence on his face.
The two brothers saw this, silently exchanged a glance, and both felt that their father's aging frame suddenly seemed straight and towering in that moment, like a pillar propping up the heavens, firmly holding aloft this world on the verge of overturning.
The brothers cupped their hands respectfully, then withdrew from Black Water Pavilion.
At the same time, the situation outside the city was growing ever more tense.
