Renegade Immortal Chapter 691 (1/2)

Chapter 691 – Leaving

Nothing in this world could escape life and death Sun Tai looked at the father and son before him and revealed a smile At this moment, he looked peaceful as he burned the last of his life

After hearing wang Lin’s prorained the look of the person he once had a feud with His eyes blurred and he suddenly felt like he had returned back to several hundred years ago, back in the Rain celestial Realm…

Various scenes flashed through his eyes before they finally stopped at the calhtly older face before him

“The distance between life and death was, in fact, this short…” Sun Tai smiled and closed his eyes

At this moment, the deathly aura on his body reached its peak and completely vanished the next instant

“Grandpa Sun…” wang Ping shed tears as he looked at Sun Tai’s serene face and began to cry

wang Lin let out a sigh and rubbed wang Ping’s head His eyes were calh reincarnation Such things were like ser in his heart

Sun Tai’s toe Everyone who died at the village would be buried there

wang Ping carved the torandson wang Ping”

When wang Ping elve, Sun Tai adopted wang Pin as his step grandson wang Lin didn’t stop hi Lin and was old enough to be wang Ping’s grandpa

As for the relationshi+p between him and Sun Tai, they were peers Sun Tai even had a bone-deep respect for wang Lin, just like wang Ping felt

Sun Tai’s tomb didn’t have a body This body had already beco This ang Lin’s promise to Sun Tai

The sixteen-year-old wang Ping was evenLin looked even older

The passage of ti with it went the interest of the village’s worew older, that interest was placed on him

However, wang Ping was quite like his father Although he was handsome, he always acted extremely calm Normally, he didn’t say much, but there was a hint of wisdom in his eyes

One year after Sun Tai died, wang Lin was in the courtyard, holding a block of wood and carefully carving wang Ping was sitting on the side, cal at this father His father’s face had even more wrinkles and had become even more ancient

wang Lin didn’t raise his head and cal requires one to put their heart into every stroke Every stroke needs to be engraved in one’s memory Only then can one be considered a craftsman!”

wang Ping nodded He also picked up a piece of wood and began to carefully carve

Under the sunset, the father’s and son’s shadoas pulled extre There wasn’t much difference in their movements, and even their deradually fated, but the hint of charm seemed to remain eternal…

After the sun finally set and darkness covered the earth, wang Lin lit up the la?”

wang Ping put down the half-finished statue and began to silently ponder

wang Lin didn’t urge hi’s statue to exah, but it was able to capture thirty percent of the charm

The statue was of Sun Tai He had an arrogant expression as he looked up at the sky His hands were forathered on his body There were clouds under his feet, ure

wang Ping lowered his head and whispered, “Dad, on’t you let me study the immortal spells Grandpa Sun left behind…”

wang Lin let out a sigh In the end, Sun Tai still didn’t respect his decision on thisas his adopted grandson to secretly impart cultivation techniques on him

None of this was hidden fro to i, he wouldn’t have died four years earlier than expected

As a father, wang Lin wasn’t a father to act without consulting others He looked at wang Ping This child had inherited histhese sixteen years, he had learned his calmness

When wang Ping’s eyes shi+ned isdo another version of himself

wang Lin withdrew his gaze and softly said, “Because the life of a cultivator doesn’t suit you”

wang Ping revealed a faint smile as he looked up at his father and said, “Dad, I never cultivated those cultivation ave me, not even once”

wang Lin nodded He naturally knew all of this Although Sun Tai had passed on his cultivationnever cultivated them

wang Ping lowered his head and asked, “Dad, you… you are a iht?”

wang Lin’s eyes revealed vicissitude and he slowly said, “Not an immortal, just a cultivator”

wang Ping silently pondered for a moment and asked, “Dad, do you want me to live an ordinary life and not follow your footsteps in beco a cultivator?”

The ht fell on the earth, there was a hint of coldness within its gentle light The gentle breeze caused the laan to flicker and ht that enveloped the courtyard

wang Lin put doang Ping’s statue He looked up at the sky, and his voice was erratic “Yes”