It's like blending into the rocks.

"The patriarch..." A middle-aged man in black walked up behind the old man.

"Shu'er, you said..." the patriarch looked at the undulating mountains in the distance and said, "...did we do anything wrong back then?"

Meng Shu also cast his gaze into the distance and said: "Grand Chief, this... I don't know..."

The patriarch pointed to the mountain in the distance with his wooden stick and said: "When I was young, I carved a few words on this cliff... Now, they are completely invisible..."

"..." Meng Shu didn't quite understand what the old patriarch meant, so he didn't answer.

"It's only been a few decades..." the patriarch murmured.

In the past few decades, even the stone carvings that were so clear back then have been either covered with moss or eroded by wind and rain, and have completely disappeared. So nearly four hundred years later, will the obsession engraved in my heart still be the same as it was then?

Ordinarily shocking the world and unwavering?

"...This side of the world is too big..." The old patriarch looked up at the sky, "...This side of the world is too small... Shu'er, have you ever thought about going out and taking a look?"

"Grand patriarch?" Meng Shu held up his hands, not knowing how to answer.

The old patriarch is almost a mature person. How could he not know what Meng Shu was thinking? He nodded and said: "Yes, I understand... I thought about it when I was young. This is not a violation of the clan rules..."

Meng Shu hesitated for a moment and said: "Grand Chief, but... aren't we 'never going to serve in official positions'?"

"Well, yes," the patriarch nodded, then turned around and smiled, "But it's not you who said this... isn't it..."

"The patriarch!" Meng Shu was a little surprised.

The patriarch waved his hands and said: "Our ancestors believed that the First Emperor would one day wake up again and come again, and then he would summon us old ministers and go to the battlefield again... But, it has been four hundred years, and the First Emperor has been too asleep.

It’s been a long time… maybe I’ve forgotten how to wake up…”

"..." Meng Shu opened his eyes wide.

"I am a bad old man with the loess covering my neck. I am not afraid to see my ancestors after death. Even... if possible, I would also like to ask the First Emperor..." The patriarch looked up to the sky, as if he was looking towards the sky.

He asked, "...will the promise made by the emperor and his ministers at the court still count four hundred years later..."

"Does it still count?" The patriarch suddenly raised his arms and shouted to the heaven and earth.

"Does it still count..."

"Not bad..."

"return……"
Chapter completed!