Chapter 463: The Nangong Clan, Nangong Zhantian!

Ding Xuan turned his head to look and saw that the white-haired old man he was supporting had unsteady steps and was constantly gasping for breath.

Seeing this, Ding Xuan rejoiced inwardly—hadn't the chance to perform just arrived?

So, with a worried look on his face, he said softly, "Forgive me."

Having spoken, he paid no heed to the other's objection, immediately stretched out both hands, and carried him on his back.

"Godfather, let Xuan'er carry you up."

Ding Xuan's tone was sincere—truly heartfelt and earnest.

The other's name was Jiang Hongsong, and he possessed a cultivation base at the Bone-Forging Realm.

He was now a hundred years old, 算得上是 the very first batch of the Hong generation.

As one after another clansmen of the Hong generation passed away,

his seniority within the clan rose higher and higher.

In the present Jiang Clan, ranked purely by age, he could be placed among the top ten!

At this moment, Jiang Hongsong, being carried on Ding Xuan's back, felt the waves of weakness surging up from his body and could not help but sigh.

"Truly, time spares no one. I never expected that now, this old man can't even climb the stone steps of Cangwu Mountain. I wonder how many years I have left to live..."

Worn by the passage of time,

the qi and blood power within his body had grown increasingly feeble.

Coupled with numerous old injuries from years past,

his lifespan was already nearly at its end.

Hearing Jiang Hongsong's sigh, Ding Xuan hurriedly said:

"Godfather, why be so pessimistic? People have said: withered wood welcomes spring. Under the wise leadership of the Clan Chief, my lord, you may yet obtain another chance and be reborn anew..."

Hearing this, though Jiang Hongsong didn't quite believe it, he was still very happy inside!

His gaze toward Ding Xuan grew increasingly satisfied.

In the past, his own son and daughter-in-law had died in the struggle with the Tang Clan.

Only he himself remained, raising his granddaughter alone.

But when the clan migrated to Cangwu Mountain, to give his granddaughter a better future, he had long sent her off with the other clansmen to settle at Cangwu Mountain.

Yet once those young people left, the ancestral home grew cold and quiet.

Often it was just a few old fellows gathering to chat over tea.

Fortunately, this dull and tedious life did not last too long.

After Ding Xuan funded the repair of the ancestral home,

he would often come to the ancestral home to visit these old fellows.

Not only did he attend to them with the utmost care, he also often found them amusements.

Precisely because of this, after observing for a period of time,

including him, three old fellows had already grown greatly satisfied with Ding Xuan and had each taken him in as an adopted son!

And Ding Xuan had not let them down.

In the days that followed, his visits to the Jiang Clan's ancestral home became even more frequent.

And he obtained a room of his own within the ancestral home.

So much so that often, even matters of city business were handled right there in the Jiang Clan's ancestral home!

It could be said that through his efforts during this period, Ding Xuan had already won the approval of nearly everyone in the ancestral home!

Thinking of all this, Jiang Hongsong said casually, "Xuan'er, I recall you once mentioned having a son, didn't you?"

Ding Xuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he instantly realized what was being asked.

He then put on a bitter expression and said dejectedly, "Godfather, I do indeed have a son, named Nangong Yanzhi, who has just turned eighteen this year..."

"Nangong?"