"We respectfully send off the Grand Elder!"
At this moment, the crowd waiting outside the courtyard had gathered at the door. A dense mass of people knelt, all of them weeping uncontrollably.
Song Youlin, still in his swaddling clothes, seemed to sense something and began to wail...
Looking back on Song Xianyun's life, it was simple and unadorned. He had dedicated nearly everything to the Song Clan. "To give one's all until the heart stops beating" was the truest description of him.
He had lived through the Song Clan's most glorious era and had also nearly watched it fall into the Abyss. Now, he had personally witnessed the clan wash away its tarnish and rise anew under Song Changsheng's leadership. For him, this life held no more regrets.
Perhaps the only thing he couldn't let go of was the continuation of his own bloodline.
In his entire life, he had only taken one wife, who had passed away long ago, leaving his branch of the family with very few descendants.
