"What do you think?
Ye Mo stroked Wang Tian's head, a kind smile on his face. At that moment, Ye Mo looked even older. His hair was white, and his face was covered in wrinkles.
All these years, he had told his story to Wang Tian and Wang Nian. From the beginning to the end, they had no idea that their grandfather was Ye Mo.
"Of course he can. Evil will never triumph over good. Ye Mo will definitely be able to stop the Yi Wu Emperor."
"In the future, I want to become a hero like Ye Mo," Wang Tian said with a determined expression.
"Is it really good to be a hero like Ye Mo?"
Ye Mo could not help but ask the two children.
"Of course, a man should be responsible. Father taught us that an older brother should protect his younger brother. Since he has become an older brother, he must protect his younger brother and not let him be bullied."
Wang Tian said innocently.
Hearing that, Ye Mo was touched. He patted Wang Tian's head and said, "Wang Tian, Wang Nian, it's getting late. You should go home and rest. Be careful on the road."
"Yes, Grandpa. You should rest early too. Take care of your body!"
Wang Nian said in a childish voice.
"Don't worry, your grandfather's body is still strong!"
Ye Mo coughed a few times and sent the two children to the door before closing it.
Now, he had truly become a mortal. Ordinary martial artists would fall sick and grow old.
Night fell completely!
In the darkness, Ye Mo sat alone in his room. Through the window, he stared blankly at the darkness in front of him. A look of worry flashed across his eyes.
It had been thirty years since he had picked up Wang Xing. Wang Xing had also lived through a third of his life. In another fifty years, Wang Xing would truly reach the end of his life.
At this moment, they didn't have enough time.
Another 30 years passed, and Ye Mo had turned into an old man. His teeth had all fallen off, his hair had turned completely white, and his body was hunched over. As for the elders of his generation in the village, they had all passed away.
As for Wang Xing, he was already in his sixties. As for Wang Tian and Wang Nian, they were no longer in the village. Over ten years ago, Wang Tian and Wang Nian had left behind a letter and left the village, saying that they were going to pursue the martial path.
It had been more than ten years since Wang Tian and Wang Nian had returned to the village.
Wang Xing was well aware that Wang Tian and Wang Nian were most likely dead outside.
"Father, I should have listened to you back then. I shouldn't have let Wang Tian and Wang Nian pursue some illusory martial path," Wang Xing said with a sad face.
Back then, he had wanted to pursue the Martial Dao, but Ye Mo had stopped him. Later on, his two sons had wanted to pursue the Martial Dao, but he hadn't stopped them from doing so.
"Perhaps the two of them have already succeeded in their cultivation, but because of certain matters, they are unable to leave."
"Perhaps the two have succeeded in their cultivation, but they couldn't leave because of something.
"Father, you don't have to comfort me. It's already been more than ten years. No matter what happened, it's impossible for me not to return. Back then, I should have stopped them."
Wang Xing shook his head and wiped the tears off his face, "When I'm old, I'm afraid no one will send me off."
Ye Mo didn't say anything. He didn't know if Wang Tian and Wang Nian were dead or alive. Leaning against the chair, he slowly fell asleep.
Wang Xing covered Ye Mo with a blanket and rested at the side. Now that his two sons were gone, he often stayed by Ye Mo's side. He knew that Ye Mo didn't have much time left.
He also knew that Ye Mo had picked him up. He had never asked Ye Mo who his biological parents were. In his eyes, Ye Mo was his father, the one who had raised him his whole life.
Another 20 years passed. Ye Mo grew old, but he didn't pass away. After all, he wasn't a mortal. Wang Xing's wife had passed away. Wang Xing cried for a long time.
As for Wang Xing, he was already in his eighties. Ye Mo could sense that Wang Xing's life essence was gradually drying up. In a few years, he would also pass away.
Ye Mo lay on the bed while Wang Xing sat beside it. The two of them were in a bleak old age.
"Father, you're a warrior, right?"
Wang Xing's withered hand trembled slightly as he held Ye Mo's hand. He said softly, "You are already over a hundred years old, but your mental state is still better than mine. It's impossible for an ordinary person to do this. You must be a fighter, and a very powerful one at that."
"Yes!"
Ye Mo nodded and said, "When your mother entrusted you to me, she hoped that you wouldn't learn martial arts. She hoped that you would live an ordinary life."
Wang Xing looked at Ye Mo, his body trembling. He knelt before Ye Mo and said, "Father, thank you. Thank you for giving me this ordinary life. I'm content with this life!"
Three years later, Wang Xing finally collapsed. His body was completely dried up. His entire body was as thin as a stick, without a trace of blood.
Ye Mo looked at Wang Xing, who was lying on the bed, but he didn't say anything. The baby he had carried back all those years ago had finally reached the end of his life.
Originally, with Ye Mo's abilities, saving Wang Xing's life would be as easy as lifting a finger. But he didn't do that. He was now just a normal warrior. The only thing he could do was let him rest in peace.
"Father, father, I regret it. I regret it so much! Wang Tian and Wang Nian, my two children. I really miss them. Why didn't I stop them from learning martial arts? "
Wang Xing held Ye Mo's hand, his voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
Ye Mo didn't say anything. He merely looked at Wang Xing calmly. In this world, there was no medicine for regret.
Furthermore, Wang Tian and Wang Nian's departure might have something to do with him. If he hadn't told them his story, perhaps they wouldn't have even thought about learning martial arts.
How could it be easy for two people of ordinary birth to pursue the martial arts path?
"Wang Xing, they're already dead. There's no point in regretting it."
Ye Mo said.
"I only miss them."
Wang Xing looked down and slowly closed his eyes. The aura of death on his body grew thicker. A hint of sorrow appeared on his slightly aged face.
Even in death, he regretted letting the two of them think about learning martial arts.
Bang!
Right at that moment, the door of the wooden house was kicked open. Two strong men rushed in and knelt down. Their eyes were filled with tears as they shouted, "Father, I'm unfilial. I wasn't able to send you off!"
Ye Mo wasn't sure if Wang Xing heard them. Did he know that Wang Tian and Wang Nian had finally rushed back at the moment of his death? But Wang Xing had a smile on his face as he passed away peacefully.
"Father!"
Wang Tian and Wang Nian wept uncontrollably.
Ye Mo sighed slightly and touched their heads. A hint of light flickered in his eyes. At that moment, he seemed to have understood.
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