"Master Li, wait a moment."
"I bid Lord Liang farewell!"
As the sun set in the west, the November Blessing Ship raised its sails, catching the glittering golden ripples and gradually moving away over the waters.
On the shore.
Li Xiaoheng bowed deeply, with several young members of the Li Family standing beside him.
After an unknown length of time, one of the Li Family's youth cautiously raised his head and reminded, "Master, Lord Liang has already walked far away."
Li Xiaoheng remained unmoved, waiting another dozen breaths before straightening up to stand.
The gentle river breeze lifted the hem of his robe.
Gazing at the diminishing speck on the Great Marsh, Li Xiaoheng's thoughts wandered far away.
Having spent a few days together, he had felt the unique vitality and righteousness of the young, making him feel much younger himself.
Looking again at the younger generation within his clan, he couldn't help but feel mixed emotions.
