Elder Yan was gone. Shen Haoran suddenly felt an emptiness in his heart. It was as if his entire Essence, Qi, and Spirit had been drained, leaving him sitting there in a daze.
"Boss, it's not that bad. Elder Yan is gone, but you still have me, don't you? Relax, I'll never leave you!" Seeing Shen Haoran's expression, Changmao emerged from his body, crawled up to his ear, and said comfortingly.
"Get lost!" Hearing Changmao's cheesy words of comfort, Shen Haoran rolled his eyes at him, picked him up, and tossed him aside. 'I just need some time to process this. After all, I wouldn't be where I am today without Elder Yan. I saw him as my own grandfather, so of course, I'm going to be a bit sad now that he's gone.'
