Cyan Cliff Mountain, Green Water Pool.
Wang Jinming sat in the wheelchair, slowly closing his eyes in the pale golden light of dawn.
An old man has something to rely on, leaving peacefully.
The mountain wind brushed across the wilderness, the old man's head tilted to one side, and the young man's hand reached out to support his ear, gently laying it down.
"Rest in peace."
"Hmm."
Qiu Lianyue responded, she didn't bring her two maids, at this moment she was just standing beside Song Yan, sending this old man on his way.
An ordinary old man from the Mortal World, perhaps unrelated to gods and saints, but closely tied to Wang Qingya and the second lady of General Qiu's Mansion.
Soon, the tombstone was erected on the cliff.
Qiu Lianyue's hands were covered with dirt, her body soaked in sweat, just like a filial daughter sending off an elder.
Song Yan praised, "A nameless saint."
