"Brother, where are you going? Aren't you going to do the cultivation course left by our father?"
"Brother?"
"Brother, the elders at home all say you're fond of ease and hate toil..."
"Brother, why don't you cultivate."
...
"Today is the day we turn eighteen, and the clan is letting us choose a legacy mental method. Have you decided which one you want to pick?"
Little Gongsun Qianfeng looked at his elder brother with a blank expression. As his cultivation grew with each day, the time he spent with his elder brother became less and less...
The closeness they shared in childhood seemed to have somehow turned into a gap now.
The young man in a black martial arts uniform in front of him said lazily, "Just pick any."
"Gongsun Qianlong, do you really want to keep giving up on yourself like this?"
...
...
The night was hazy, and barely an hour had passed since Gongsun Qianfeng and three others from the Gongsun family met their deaths.