"Ancestor, what does 'cooked' mean?" Luo Yixian asked innocently, confusion showing in her lively eyes. Even that could not conceal her captivating, otherworldly grace.
Luo Yan explained, "It means your Ancestor is going to die. Remember to prepare my funeral."
At those words, Luo Yixian immediately lost her composure and abruptly sat upright. Her delicate body trembled, making the two little peaks on her chest sway, a rather impressive display of her ample bosom.
Luo Yixian's stunning face turned deathly pale, adding a pallor to her already snow-white skin.
This was undoubtedly news that brought the sky crashing down. If anything happened to their Ancestor, the pillar holding up their Luo Family would truly collapse!
"Ancestor... what exactly happened to you? Is there anything I can do for you? You saved my life. If you wish it, I can die for you!" Luo Yixian clutched Luo Yan's arm and began sobbing.
These were not merely empty words. Luo Yixian had made up her mind and truly would die for her Ancestor.
Seeing her like this, Luo Yan immediately composed himself and said jokingly, "Your Ancestor was only teasing you. Look how frightened you got! Pull yourself together. Stop crying!"
These younger members of the Luo Family were far too fragile. A word or two could frighten them like this. What would they do if he really died?
Luo Yan sighed inwardly.
In truth, Luo Yixian was not so fragile. Quite the opposite: within the family, she was a cold, powerful, peerless Heavenly Prodigy. Many younger Luo Family members, or those of her own generation, would go out of their way to avoid her. Even some elders feared her.
Ruthless and sparing with words, possessing both strength and beauty, talent and intelligence, such a person sent chills down others' spines and