“Everyone sitting here are the people I’m closest to in the world. I’m already old and plan to settle down here, so the rest will be left to you youngsters.” Sitting at the head of the table, Grandfather Yang made a toast.

“Grandfather Yang, I wish you a long and healthy life.” Shen Zhining raised his cup.

Sheng Jiaoyang glanced at him and suddenly felt that Demon King Shen wasn’t all that bad.

“Come, everyone, cheers! My legs aren’t well, so I won’t be standing up.” Grandfather Yang raised his wine glass.

Everybody toasted and drank.

Grandfather Yang sighed as he reflected, “In life, the mountain road coils around each new peak, full of twists and turns. Sometimes, you might think that you’ve reached the end, but if you persevere, there’ll always be another way.”

In this room, only Sheng Jiaoyang and An Jing knew why Grandfather Yang was sighing like that. Although the others were puzzled, they didn’t think about it too much.

After eating and chatting for a while, Grandfather Yang ran out of energy and called for An Jing to bring him back to his room to rest.

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