Among the Han army, perhaps only the deaths of a scant few people could make every officer and soldier don mourning white.
A bad premonition rose in Chen Sanshi's heart.
"Reporting to Your Majesty."
Dongfang Jingxing cupped his hands and lowered his head. "It was... it was the Grand Chancellor..."
Chen Sanshi was struck as if by lightning!
He rushed straight for the mourning hall. Bursting into the tent, he saw a blackwood coffin and a cold memorial tablet.
The old generals of Poyang had all gathered here.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
Qi Cheng, who had been keeping vigil at the side, hurriedly rose and bowed.
Chen Sanshi raised a hand to signal for him to move aside, then stopped before the coffin. Using the Qi Observation Technique, he looked upon the deathly stillness within and remained silent for a long while.
It had happened so suddenly that it all felt unreal.
Not long ago, the Old Scholar had helped calculate the entrance to the secret realm and observed the celestial sign of "Huohuo Guarding Heart." Yet in the blink of an eye, they had been separated by the divide between yin and yang.
Chen Sanshi felt a touch of sorrow within, but his expression remained as calm as ever. He merely asked, "How did he go?"
Over the years, he had gathered quite a few precious medicines that mortals could consume. By all rights, the Old Scholar should have lived to be at least a hundred.
Yet he was only in his eighties. How had he suddenly...
Qi Cheng stammered, "After Your Majesty departed, M-Master unfortunately caught a chill."
Chen Sanshi pierced to the heart of it. "Because of divination?"
Qi Cheng said nothing.
"So I guessed right."
Chen Sanshi slowly closed his eyes.
He should have thought of it