As a Father, I Just Want to Watch You Achieve Immortality

The cold wind rustled fiercely, swirling with the madness of winter as the snow drifted aimlessly.

Snowflakes landing on the dark tiles atop the long corridor emitted a gentle scraping noise.

The lifted winter breeze, ceaselessly fluttered the white curtains that hung as if suspended in mid-air above the pavilions.

Li Che stopped in his tracks, his facial expression as if frozen by the bitter winter in a flash, eyes locked straight ahead like two unsheathed swords, piercing through the harsh cold and settling on the old woman who was bowing beside the man in white.

"Lei Chunlan!"

A deep voice emanated from Li Che's throat.

Xu Beihu was clearly aware of Li Che's movements and the shift in his emotions, briefly taken aback.

"What's wrong?" Xu Beihu frowned and asked.

Li Che's thoughts surged and fluctuated; he would not forget that face.