Lu Zhenhua roared in agitation, looking like a man possessed.
Everyone in the great hall was utterly stunned by the sight.
When had they ever seen the elusive Old Dragon Head, a figure almost divine in their eyes, so emotional, so utterly out of control?
Yue Qinhu...
What deep connection did that name have to the Dragon Head?
"Grandpa! Please calm down! Your health..."
Standing beside him, Lu Nianqing grabbed her grandfather's trembling shoulders and pleaded anxiously.
"Have you forgotten what the doctor said? You've only just had heart bypass surgery, and you haven't recovered! The doctor strictly forbade long flights and emotional stress!"
"I don't care!"
Lu Zhenhua shoved his granddaughter's hands away and roared, his eyes bloodshot, "I've waited eighty years! Eighty years! I can't wait another day!"
"What about my sister? What about Lu Lanxin? Is she still alive too?"
The old man seized the Intelligence Hall Master by the collar and demanded an answer.
The Intelligence Hall Master stammered, "M-Ms. Lu Lanxin... according to the records, she passed away from illness more than twenty years ago..."
Boom!
The news struck Lu Zhenhua like a bucket of ice water poured over him from head to toe.
His face, flushed with excitement only moments before, instantly turned deathly pale. His body swayed as though he might topple backward.
My sister!
The sister who loved me most, who would do anything to protect me!
She was gone...
Overwhelming joy and grief collided violently in his chest like two raging torrents.
Lu Zhenhua's vision went black. Unable to catch his breath, he began coughing violently.
"Grandpa!"
Lu Nianqing went pale with fright. She hurriedly supported him, took an emergency pill from her handbag, and slipped it into his mouth.
Only after a long while did Lu Zhenhua's rapid breathing gradually