Upon hearing Old Yang say this, Yang Yi and Fatty Lin exchanged a glance, seemingly reading each other's confusion, and asked somewhat nervously, "Grandpa, are you sick?"

"Ugh!!!" The smile lingering on Old Yang's lips instantly froze, looking as if he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he retorted irritably, "You two scoundrels, why are you always hoping I'm sick?"

"Well, hehe, Grandpa, what's gotten into you today?" Yang Yi asked, feeling a bit surprised.

Glancing at Yang Yi and Fatty Lin, Old Yang shook his head wordlessly. "Forget it, forget it. Today, I actually intended to tell you all..." Halfway through his sentence, seeing the two completely absorbed in their assumption, he let out a faint smile, "You two are moving tomorrow!"

"M-moving?" Yang Yi and Fatty Lin exclaimed in shock and confusion.

"Yes, you both go prepare yourselves; you'll be moving tomorrow." Old Yang smiled mysteriously, just about to stand up and leave, but was stopped by Yang Yi.

"Grandpa, can you tell us? Why is it only the two of us who have to move?"

Old Yang looked at them and feigned annoyance, "I was about to tell you just now, but you immediately assumed I was sick. Now I don't feel like talking, yet you press me again—will you ever stop?"

"Grandpa, please... just tell us!" Yang Yi looked slightly sheepish, rubbing the back of his head and sneaking a glance at Fatty Lin, his mind racing with unspoken thoughts, though he felt a distinct sense of unease.

It was clear that Old Yang was referring only to the two of them, excluding himself. He understood this perfectly well.

"Sigh...!" Old Yang sighed mournfully, a flicker of inexplicable sadness crossing his face. "Yi'er, you are different from Fatty. He lost his parents when he was very young, yet he treats you as a brother. Surely you won't abandon him, will you?"

"That's a given! Fatty and I are brothers for life," Yang Yi declared with feigned pride, much to Fatty Lin's delight beside him. However, as soon as Yang Yi caught sight of that overly bright look in Fatty Lin's eyes, he immediately snapped, "Get lost, you pervert with those eyes."

"Oh, my Brother Yi, my dearest brother, hearing you say that makes me fall head over heels in love with you! Please marry me!" Fatty Lin put on a lovesick expression, with a hint of unshed tears, looking utterly pitiful.

"Damn you, you queer..." Yang Yi was about to deliver a sound beating to Fatty Lin but suddenly felt something was amiss. "Grandpa, what do you mean by that?"

His expression shifted with lightning speed, a hint of confusion appearing in his eyes. Watching this, Old Yang couldn't help but feel a measure of relief. "I fear that once this boy goes out into the world, quite a few people are going to get bullied. Alas, what an injustice! Still, it's probably for the best; let him experience a few things first before I tell him everything."

For reasons he couldn't quite place, he thought this, and when Yang Yi pressed his question, Old Yang’s expression turned stern. "Yi'er, you are both adults now, in the prime of your youth. Going out to venture into the world will be immensely beneficial for you, so..."

"So... Grandpa, you don't want us anymore?" A flash of sadness crossed Yang Yi's eyes.

Hearing this, Old Yang felt an unaccountable pang in his heart. Eighteen years of affection—no one could withstand the pain of separation, let alone... Old Yang suppressed his emotions, hardening his resolve, and said, "Grandpa is old. In a few short years, this old frame will likely be in a coffin."

"Grandpa!" Yang Yi was about to say something, but a strange suffocating sensation gripped him.

"Enough, I know what you both feel. I wish we could live together happily, but you are still young! To be buried here and now would be too great a waste of your youth," Old Yang said with a soft smile.

"Grandpa!" The words Yang Yi was about to speak died in his throat. He was struggling internally. He knew that ever since he was little, he had been taken in by the old man before him, who had showered him with love, raising him devotedly for eighteen years. As for his own parents, Yang Yi had long forgotten them; the yearning to find them had dissipated over these past years.

Glancing at Old Yang, the astute Yang Yi noticed the seriousness on his face, the unwavering determination in his eyes, which were now misting over with tears. "Grandpa, truly, you can't let Yi'er stay by your side, to accompany you until you grow old?"

"Heh!" Hearing Yang Yi say this, Old Yang felt a mixture of joy and worry. That Yang Yi could say this proved his fundamental kindness. "Yi'er, I don't want you to waste your youth because of me. I understand your feelings completely, but you know Grandpa. I trust you know what you must do."

"Grandpa, I..." Yang Yi's heart sank heavily.

"Go on, stop talking. Pack up. Tomorrow, you and Fatty leave this place," Old Yang took a deep breath, feeling a profound ache in his chest, and walked out of the room.

After Old Yang left, Fatty Lin looked at the grieving Yang Yi. "Brother Yi, are... are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Fatty. We pack our things and leave tomorrow!" Yang Yi composed himself, though a lingering sorrow remained in his eyes as he spoke.

Fatty Lin said nothing and didn't hesitate; he simply nodded and walked back into the room.

Yang Yi looked towards Old Yang, who was already fading from view. A sudden spark of resolve flashed in his eyes, and he murmured to himself, "Grandpa, don't worry. When Yi'er makes a name for himself out there, I will come back for you."

An invisible oath sealed his future; a firm belief altered his destiny. The gears of fate had slowly begun to mesh and turn; what the outcome would be, perhaps only the heavens knew.

Old Yang walked alone to a small hillside, staring intently into the distance, a strange sorrow painting his face. Gazing at the sky, he murmured, "Yi'er, don't blame your Grandpa. Your destiny is different. Even if he acts like a rogue sometimes, the unyielding pride in his bones does not belong here. Go find the world that awaits you."

In truth, this Old Yang was far from simple. Merely knowing martial arts was remarkable enough, but the mysterious power backing him was even more so. The Yang family had once been a legend in Huaxia, a pinnacle of existence—a figure whose mere word could command ten thousand to take their own lives. How terrifying was that?

The man who had manufactured so many legends and miracles was the very elder standing on this hillside now. Old Yang sighed once more. "It seems I need to find someone to guide him properly. It's time to cleanse some of that blood."

....... P: Remember to collect! We need to break into the rankings now, brothers!