Chen Yan desperately wanted Yueyue to come back, because after being with Yueyue for so long, she could naturally sense her irritability from her tone.

The Jiang family...

Jiang Xianyue said, "Don't bother me, Yanyan. I'll leave for Central Region College tomorrow morning."

"Okay, we'll wait for you to come back." Chen Yan had no choice but to let her go after hearing that, but she felt a little uneasy in her heart.

On the same day, the life of Patriarch Tai Sui came to an end.

Before he died, he forced himself to pick up a pen and paper and left a letter to Pei Su, which was about the life experience of Pei Su's grandfather Pei Gu and the map to Danyun Realm.

The old man held the shoulders of the young man in black with trembling hands. His face was haggard and pale, but his cloudy and distracted eyes stared at him intently, as if he wanted to remember him in his mind.

"Ancestor." Pei Su's eyes were slightly red and his voice was choked.

"Ah...ah..." Su'er, live well.

You are the pride of our ancestors.

It is also the pride of the entire Tianfang Sect.

"Ancestor——"

As the sorrowful and hoarse voice sounded, the old man's hands slid down, he lowered his head, closed his eyes, and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, but now he had no breath.

When Chen Yan arrived, he saw the young man in black hugging the old man tightly. His body was trembling slightly, as if he was trying hard to suppress his inner grief.

A tear slid down the boy's pale handsome face. His eyes were broken, full of despair and helplessness, and his eyes were extremely red.

Seeing this, Chen Yan's heart tightened, and he slowly walked towards him.

She stopped beside him, without saying a word, just silently accompanying him.

After an unknown amount of time, the boy looked up at her, his voice a little hoarse.

"Yan Yan, give me a hand."

Pull me out of the abyss of pain.

Chen Yan didn't hesitate, her eyes were firm but gentle, and she reached out and held his hand.

"You are not alone, you have us."