Nothing in this world could escape life and death. Sun Tai looked at the father and son before him and revealed a smile. At this moment, he looked peaceful as he burned the last of his life.
After hearing Wang Linâs promise, Sun Tai gave Wang Lin a profound look. He deeply ingrained the look of the person he once had a feud with. His eyes blurred and he suddenly felt like he had returned back to several hundred years ago, back in the Rain celestial Realmâ¦
Various scenes flashed through his eyes before they finally stopped at the calm yet slightly older face before him.
âThe distance between life and death was, in fact, this shortâ¦â Sun Tai smiled and closed his eyes.
At this moment, the deathly aura on his body reached its peak and completely vanished the next instant.
âGrandpa Sunâ¦â Wang Ping shed tears as he looked at Sun Taiâs serene face and began to cry.
Wang Lin let out a sigh and rubbed Wang Pingâs head. His eyes were calm. He had seen through life and death, seen through reincarnation. Such things were like smoke to him; he had seen them, but they wouldnât linger in his heart.
Sun Taiâs tomb was in the back of the Fallen Moon Village. Everyone who died at the village would be buried there.
Wang Ping carved the tomb, and on it he wrote âSun Taiâs Tomb Inscribed by his grandson Wang Pingâ.
When Wang Ping was twelve, Sun Tai adopted Wang Pin as his step grandson. Wang Lin didnât stop him. Sun Tai was, after all, older than Wang Lin and was old enough to be Wang Pingâs grandpa.
As for the relationship between him and Sun Tai, they were peers. Sun Tai even had a bone-deep respect for Wang Lin, just like Wang Ping felt.
Sun Taiâs tomb didnât have a body. This body had already become a jar of ashes inside Wang Linâs bag of holding. This was Wang Linâs promise to Sun Tai.
The sixteen-year-old Wang Ping was even more handsome. In comparison to him, Wang Lin looked even older.
The passage of time took away Wang Linâs appearance, and along with it went the interest of the villageâs women in matchmaking for him. However, as Wang Ping grew older, that interest was placed on him.
However, Wang Ping was quite like his father. Although he was handsome, he always acted extremely calm. Normally, he didnât say much, but there was a hint of wisdom in his eyes.
One year after Sun Tai died, Wang Lin was in the courtyard, holding a block of wood and carefully carving. Wang Ping was sitting on the side, calmly looking at this father. His fatherâs face had even more wrinkles and had become even more ancient.
Wang Lin didnât raise his head and calmly said, âCarving requires one to put their heart into every stroke. Every stroke needs to be engraved in oneâs memory. Only then can one be considered a craftsman!â
Wang Ping nodded. He also picked up a piece of wood and began to carefully carve.
Under the sunset, the fatherâs and sonâs shadows was pulled extremely long. There wasnât much difference in their movements, and even their demeanors were very similar. As the sun set, the figures gradually fated, but the hint of charm seemed to remain eternalâ¦
After the sun finally set and darkness covered the earth, Wang Lin lit up the lamp in the courtyard and calmly asked, âDid you finish thinking?â
Wang Ping put down the half-finished statue and began to silently ponder.
Wang Lin didnât urge him but sat down on the side and picked up Wang Pingâs statue to examine it. This statue was slightly rough, but it was able to capture thirty percent of the charm.
The statue was of Sun Tai. He had an arrogant expression as he looked up at the sky. His hands were forming a seal and a strange aura had gathered on his body. There were clouds under his feet, making him look like a legendary figure.
Wang Ping lowered his head and whispered, âDad, why wonât you let me study the immortal spells Grandpa Sun left behindâ¦â
Wang Lin let out a sigh. In the end, Sun Tai still didnât respect his decision on this matter. He had used the fact that he had accepted Wang Ping as his adopted grandson to secretly impart cultivation techniques on him.
None of this was hidden from Wang Lin. If it wasnât for Sun Tai trying to impart his cultivation method to Wang Ping, he wouldnât have died four years earlier than expected.
As a father, Wang Lin wasnât a father to act without consulting others. He looked at Wang Ping. This child had inherited his motherâs appearance, but during these sixteen years, he had learned his calmness.
When Wang Pingâs eyes shined with wisdom, Wang Lin felt like he was seeing another version of himself.
Wang Lin withdrew his gaze and softly said, âBecause the life of a cultivator doesnât suit you.â
Wang Ping revealed a faint smile as he looked up at his father and said, âDad, I never cultivated those cultivation methods Grandpa Sun gave me, not even once.â
Wang Lin nodded. He naturally knew all of this. Although Sun Tai had passed on his cultivation methods, in the end, Wang Ping never cultivated them.
Wang Ping lowered his head and asked, âDad, you⦠you are a immortal too, right?â
Wang Linâs eyes revealed vicissitude and he slowly said, âNot an immortal, just a cultivator.â
Wang Ping silently pondered for a moment and asked, âDad, do you want me to live an ordinary life and not follow your footsteps in becoming a cultivator?â
The moon gradually rose into the sky. When the moonlight fell on the earth, there was a hint of coldness within its gentle light. The gentle breeze caused the lamp to sway back and forth. The fire inside the lamp began to flicker and mix with the moonlight that enveloped the courtyard.
Wang Lin put down Wang Pingâs statue. He looked up at the sky, and his voice was erratic. âYes.â
âIf⦠Ping Er is unwillingâ¦â Wang Ping raised his head and looked up at his father. This was the first time in sixteen years that he had spoken like this to his father.
Wang Linâs gaze fell on Wang Ping. He didnât speak but calmly looked at Wang Ping.
Time slowly passed by. Wang Ping gradually lowered his head as if he was afraid to look at Wang Linâs eyes.
âThe cultivatorâs life is not suited for you! Donât mention it again!â Wang Linâs voice was very soft but firm. However, hidden in his eyes, where Wang Ping couldnât see, was a trace of sadness. This sadness was very strongâ¦
Wang Ping bitterly said, âYes, Father, I wonât cultivate.â
Wang Lin didnât speak as he turned around and entered the room. At the moment he entered the room, his voice came. âPing Er, eat your medicine.â
Wang Ping silently pondered. After a long time, he let out sigh, got up, and walked into the room. His back looked crestfallenâ¦
His father didnât reveal his majesty, but in Wang Pingâs heart, it was imparably huge and he was powerless to resist. He could only follow his fatherâs will and live out an ordinary life.
âAside from cultivation, I can give you everything else in the world!â After Wang Pin drank his medicine and lied down, Wang Linâs voice slowly drifted over.
Wang Ping closed his eyes and didnât speak.
In the darkness, Wang Lin sat by himself in the courtyard, staring at the darkness before him. Sadness flashed across his eyes once more.
The passage of time was like the moonlight in the darkness. You canât see when it will comes, and when you do see it, the moonlight has already landed on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, it had been three years since Sun Tai died.
This year Wang Ping was nineteen years old. He had completely become a handsome young man. Although there was still a hint of immaturity on his face, unless one looked closely, it was very difficult to see.
His appearance became more and more like Liu Meiâs.
In contrast, Wang Lin became even older. Nineteen years of time had left deep marks on his face.
On the nineteenth year after Wang Lin arrived at the Fallen Moon Village, he packed up his things and left with Wang Ping.
When they left, Wang Pingâs childhood friends all came to send them off. Most of them were girls, and their gazes toward Wang Ping were filled with resentment.
The eyes of the second daughter from the Zhou family were especially resentful.
However, Wang Ping was completely indifferent to all of this. He inherited his appearance from Liu Mei, but he inherited his personality from Wang Lin. He didnât care too much about women.
During these nineteen years of time, people in the village gave birth and died; a generation was growing old while a new generation was growing up. Compared to when Wang Lin arrived here nineteen years ago, three or four people out of ten had passed awayâ¦
The burly man from the Zhou family was still sturdy, but he was obviously not young anymore. He stood beside Wang Lin and sadly said, âBrother Wang, in the blink of an eye, almost twenty years have passed. I still remember you arriving at the village with Ping Er, but now you are going to leave.â
Wang Lin faintly smiled and softly said, âBrother Zhou, I have been troubling you all these years. However, now that the child has grown up, I need to take him out to see the world.â
The burly man from the Zhou family sighed as his gaze fell on Wang Ping, who was surrounded by the girls in the village, and wryly smiled. âIt looks like my familyâs second daughter wonât have the luck.â
Wang Lin shook his head and smiled. âIt should be my boy who doesnât have the luck.â
Not far away, Wang Pingâs expression was normal as he softly said, âAll of you, take careâ¦â With that, he returned to Wang Lin.
However, one of the girls ran out with a red face and shouted, âWang Ping, you⦠Will you return in the future?â
Wang Ping stopped. Without turning around, he softly said, âI probably wonâtâ¦â
The girlâs eyes turned red and two streams of tears fell down her face. She seemed to have heard her own heart shatter.
âI hate you! Wang Ping!â The girl began to cry and ran away.
Wang Ping frowned as he arrived next to his father and remained silent.
The burly man from the Zhou family let out a sigh. He clasped his hands at Wang Lin and said, âBrother Wang, take care!â
Wang Lin had a very good opinion of this straightforward man, and he laughed. âTake care!â After that, he turned around and walked away. Wang Ping followed a few steps behind before hesitating. He looked back at the girl who was running away and crying, then he let out a sigh and left with Wang Lin.
Wang Ping caught up to his father and frowned. âDad, why are those girls so troublesome? Especially that Zhou Ruotongâ¦â
Wang Lin laughed as he looked back at Wang Ping. Having inherited Liu Meiâs appearance, there was something demonic about Wang Pingâs handsomeness.
Wang Lin said, with smile that was not a smile, âYou donât like the girl from the Zhou family?â
Wang Ping sighed. âI donât like her. Itâs just that⦠when she was crying, I felt a bit of reluctance in my heart.â