The Great Elder's trembling hands tightly gripped Chen Nan's shoulders, with murky tears rolling down his deeply wrinkled cheeks!
Amid the flickering candlelight, he seemed to see the stubborn figure from years ago once again — his son, Wu Mazi, who walked out the village gate without looking back!
"Seventy years!" the Great Elder's voice choked, his withered fingers unconsciously rubbing the fabric on Chen Nan's shoulder: "That fool left wearing this same blue long robe."
Silence reigned in the hall, broken only by the crackling of the burning torches!
The eleven Gu Elders looked at each other, having never seen this iron-willed elder so out of control!
Nevertheless, they could feel the Great Elder's guilt towards his son!
"Did he say anything before he died?" The Great Elder looked at Chen Nan with a tense face, his murky eyes constantly trembling.
Chen Nan clearly felt the tremor in the elder's palm, the rough sensation conveying so much unspeakable emotion!
