Li Yuanyun was only twenty-five now, dressed in brocade clothes. Although he was a mere mortal, relying on his father and siblings, he had lived a good life. He had fathered three sons and two daughters, spreading the family line.
Li Yuanyun was the youngest among his generation with the "Yuan" character in their names, yet he looked to be over thirty. Compared to his brothers and sisters who, after many years of cultivation, still appeared to be in their mid-teens, he aged too quickly, to the point where the servants no longer called him young master but instead addressed him as the old master.
At the head of the table, Li Tongya's complexion was pale as he watched his eldest legitimate grandson holding a wooden box and kneeling in a daze.
Although the old man's vitality was fading, his eyes were still sharp and began to sparkle even more. His gaze lingered on Li Yuanyun's smooth and delicate hands for a while, then fell silent.
