"Chicheng!" the old master called out, his voice full of emotion as he watched Ji Chicheng's retreating figure.
Ji Chicheng's footsteps paused, but he did not turn around.
"Anning has started a new life and is living it wonderfully, can't you let go?"
With a deeply furrowed brow, the old master's expression was one of heartache; he had aged significantly over two years.
Once upright and robust, his body had now stooped so much that he needed to lean on something to stand up after sitting for a long time.
At the mention of 'Anning', Ji Chicheng's hands by his legs trembled slightly, he turned his head, eyebrows raised emotionlessly at the old master, "If you can let go, then why do you insist on not stepping aside for Ji Jingfeng? Why does it have to be me?"
The old master was left speechless by the question.
Withdrawing his gaze, Ji Chicheng too turned back around and continued walking towards the main entrance.
