Finally, everyone's eyes turned to Song Tingwan.
She chuckled, "I'll also go into seclusion to refine longevity pills for my clan chief. Little Black, you should summarize the problems of each clan first, and we'll refine the pills together when I come out of seclusion."
Baili Xijiang immediately nodded, "Okay!"
Everyone did their job.
After finishing their meal, they dispersed.
Just as Song Tingwan entered the room to seclude herself, Song Hexi, having somehow overheard her plans, rushed in.
No one was home at the time, and Song Tingwan was indeed dragged out by the old clan chief.
The two seemed to have a rare moment of argument.
But after about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Song Hexi left, and then Song Tingwan surprisingly did not continue her seclusion.
She stood alone in the middle of the courtyard, watching the old clan chief leave with his cane, and after a long while, she let out a soft sigh.
The wind blows and the flowers fall.
Despite the bright sunshine, there was an inexplicable chill in the air.
Unbeknownst to me, Chen Zhuochuan approached.
"I heard the old clan chief just passed away, why the expression on his face?"
He asked gently.
When Song Tingwan looked up, the complex emotions in her eyes had not yet been fully processed.
"...Grandpa Chieftain said that I should refine pills for the elves and merfolk first, and not waste time on him."
She pursed her lips, clearly having more to say.
Shen Zhuochuan didn't ask.
He silently walked to the woman's side and stood beside her, gazing at the blooming magnolias in the courtyard.
"The senior wouldn't perish so quickly; perhaps he was concerned about the survival of those races."
But when they looked at each other, they both sensed that something was wrong.
The survival of those races is indeed important, but the elixir that can resolve their survival issues is not so easy to refine.
In the time leading up to the handover ceremony, she refined longevity pills for the clan leader, which wouldn't take up too much of her time.
People have varying degrees of closeness and distance. She truly cared for the common people, but undeniably, the impending demise of the clan leader was more important to her than anything else.
"What did my father say to you?"
Song Tingwan regained her senses and suddenly spoke.
This time, it was Shen Zhuochuan's turn to curl his lips, half-concealing his meaning, "Let me assist you in preparing for your ascension."
The two looked at each other with smiles.
I guessed a little bit.
Perhaps what they didn't say was all about the same thing.
The two were filled with emotion.
They stood side by side, gazing at the scenery inside the courtyard.
The wind blew up their clothes, flowers fell, and leaves rustled.
But it couldn't calm people down.
"I always felt that these predecessors were brewing something big."
Song Tingwan sighed as she spoke.
Shen Zhuochuan knew what she meant and nodded in agreement.
"Everyone has their own choices, and we can only do our best to help them as much as we can."
He spoke in a deep voice.
The two recalled the succession ceremony of the Heavenly Mystery Sect.
I recall the handover of leadership in Yunyin.
In addition, in some sects of all sizes, the powerful figures and big shots have stepped down one after another, and the younger generation has taken their place.
They seemed ready to face death.
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