"Gu Shen... is dead."
Gu Nanfeng’s words were already a kind of final conclusion.
These words echoed in the conference room, and Li Qingsui sat back in her chair in bewildernt.
Although the hearts of the other prominent figures were heavy, their years of cultivation and high status supported their ntal state, and at this mont, they did not directly exhibit emotions like "collapse."
There were still so subsequent contents after the eting, roughly regarding the advancent of the "rging" plan.
Gu Shen is dead, but the rging must continue.
The structure of the Five Continents has already been established, and the cooperation between Changye and Central City cannot be discontinued.
However, Li Qingsui did not really listen to these words; she sat in the chair alone, waited for a long ti, a very long ti, until the eting ended... everyone had left the conference room, leaving only her.
"Qingsui."
Gao Tian, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, patiently accompanied her, and his mood was equally heavy. The news of Gu Shen’s death was a bomb for East Continent, one that no one could accept...
"Uncle Gao..."
Li Qingsui slowly lifted her head and murmured, "Gu Shen, is he really dead?"
...
...
Gu Nanfeng pushed the wheelchair; since the battle at the cetery, Mr. Gu’s old ailnts had gradually begun to outbreak.
This elderly man, who had participated in the Crimson Wars, was robust and fierce in his youth.
But now he was old.
The years will take back, in double asure, everything they have given him.
"I always thought... that I would never use such a thing as a wheelchair in my lifeti."
The two of them walked through the ancient street, Gu Qilin watching the hustle and bustle of the crowd coming and going, beside them was the Ning River flowing through Snow Forbidden City, the river’s water reflecting the bustling yet noisy image of the ancient city, another year of autumn, the atmosphere in the entire city slightly desolate.
Mr. Gu laughed self-deprecatingly, "What a foolish thought... back then I thought I would never grow old."
Gu Nanfeng lowered his brow in contemplation for a mont, comfortingly said, "In terms of birth, aging, illness, and death, everyone is the sa, even the Divine Throne is no exception... Besides, the last one in the Gu family to sit in a wheelchair was Gu Lushen."
Gu Lushen was much younger than Mr. Gu.
"Is that so?"
The words did not actually provide real comfort.
Gu Qilin slightly turned his head back, looked at Gu Nanfeng, and softly spoke, "But you did remind , everyone will die eventually..."
Saying this, Mr. Gu’s voice beca hoarse, and his eyes darkened greatly.
Clearly, he had thought about that young person who disappeared into the Ice Sea.
Mr. Gu took out the wooden insignia from his clothing, his dry fingers slowly brushed over it.
White-haired people sending off black-haired ones.
This is one of the greatest sorrows in the world.
Gu Qilin suddenly spoke, "When did Gu Shen leave ’Blood’ in the Gu Family Ancestral Hall?"
"Two years ago? Or perhaps a year ago?"
Upon hearing this, Gu Nanfeng instinctively squinted his eyes, quickly speaking without changing his tone, he calmly said, "I was the one who handled this matter... You have no impression, which is normal, after all, when he first arrived in Changye, he was not yet receiving so much attention as he is now."
"...Mm."
Gu Qilin’s eyes still lingered on the wooden insignia.
Two years ago, Gu Nanfeng already began taking over the entire Gu family, large and small trivial matters he no longer involved himself with.
In fact, his true "aging" did not show in his physical form or battle strength.
But he grew old.
Spirits inexplicably began to feel weary.
Back more than twenty years ago, when Gu Changzhi achieved the Battle God Throne, Gu Qilin realized that he was "old."
The specific manifestation was those affairs within the Gu family he could no longer decisively handle as he did when he was younger... Later, during the struggle between the old and new factions, he sustained himself, opposing Gu Lushen for eight years, solely waiting for Gu Nanfeng’s growth.
"Gu Shen was a very good child."
The old man softly laughed, "He could have shone more brightly, made more people rember him."
Gu Nanfeng took a deep breath.
He had many things he wanted to say.
But afterwards...
He rely lifted his head, gazed at the falling leaves on Ning River, and uttered two words.
"Indeed."
...
...
"What?!"
"What did you say!!"
At the highest level of Huazhi, Lu Nanzhi slamd the table in anger and stood up; this was the first ti since she beca a councilor that she had lost control of her emotions over the years.
On the other side of the virtual projection, South Bay’s councilor Chen San’s expression was complex.
He could understand Lu Nanzhi’s anger.
This ti, the Sangzhou Cave mission was coordinated with Dadu for logistical support... the Sincere Heart Association has delivered news that the North Continent Energy Boat will land in the Dadu District tonight, bringing back local Transcendents rescued from the South Cave. This is actually a grand victory that should be exhilarating, but no one rejoices because the greatest contributor to this southern mission has already been confird "deceased."
"The news ca from Changye. The ’Blood Monunt’ spirit left by Gu Shen has dissipated."
Chen San spoke softly, "I know you’re very angry, but the rging plan is currently the most important thing..."
"No need to continue, I know rging is important."
Lu Nanzhi took a deep breath, coldly replied, and then hung up.
[Red Gate] activated—
Even without [Key], [Red Gate] could still convene Ancient Literature Society mbers, but she did not have Gu Shen’s privilege for forced summons, she could only send eting requests.
Currently, in the Ancient Literature Society conference room, 031 had completely vanished.
The only ones she could trust were 064 and 073.
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