More than ten days passed, and there was still no word from the Saint Court. Luo Qian was growing bored on Basmo. He asked Master Basmo, "What is going on with the Saint Court?" Master Basmo seemed particularly fond of drinking lately. He raised his bottle with a grin. "I told you, heaven looks after the fortunate. You're lucky. You'll turn calamity into good fortune and steer clear of danger. If you show this old man a little respect and come massage my legs and pound my back, I'll point you in the right direction..." Luo Qian frowned. The old man's drunk again.
The very next day, shocking news arrived: the Saint Lord had died!
The Saint Realm was stunned. The Saint Lord was its "only" Tenth Rank Saint. No one could remember how many years he had ruled. When people searched back to their earliest memories of the Saint Realm, they found that he had already been Saint Lord then, unchanged as far back as anyone could recall. The people did not even know whether he had named an heir.
Luo Qian was stunned too. He glanced at Master Basmo, who sat nearby looking rather drunk, and suddenly asked, "You knew this was coming, didn't you?" Master Basmo chuckled but did not answer. Luo Qian pressed on. "He was a Tenth Rank Saint. How could he die?" Master Basmo sighed. "What's so special about a Tenth Rank Saint? Even this Saint Realm won't last forever. He'd been Saint Lord for so many years. He should have stepped aside while he was ahead, but he wouldn't listen. Once the lamp oil ran dry, this day was bound to come."
Luo Qian fell silent. *True. Even a world has an end, let alone a living being. No matter how one cultivates,