Upon hearing the sad news, Yun Zhiqiu dared not delay and hurried to a Quiet Chamber deep within the ancestral home.
Inside the Quiet Chamber, smoke swirled around a single candle lamp that burned slowly. At first glance, it seemed to radiate a bright light, but the oil in the lamp was nearly gone.
The next second, a light cough came from within the mist.
"Zhiqiu, come closer..."
As the voice faded, the smoke dispersed, revealing an old man in ornate robes. His face was ancient, but his back was still ramrod straight as he sat upright in a chair.
Yun Zhiqiu immediately bowed. "Greetings, Ancestor..."
"Rise," the Yun Family Ancestor said with a faint smile. "Do not worry. This is my second reincarnation. I have experience, so there shouldn't be any issues."
"It's just a pity that after I reincarnate, it will be at least twenty years before I can hope to return. The family will be without a guardian in the meantime."
"...I deserve a thousand deaths for my crime!"
