Luo Zai walked out of Luo State's Ancestral Temple.
His complexion was healthy, and his eyes still shone with boundless radiance, with none of his earlier weakness remaining.
Although the late lord's passing was deeply saddening, seeing that their Lord of the State was unharmed was already a blessing amid misfortune.
Qiao Cheng was about to approach and ask when he saw his elder brother's rosy face turn deathly pale in an instant, blood slowly trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Alarmed, Qiao Cheng rushed over to support Luo Zai. Before he could ask anything, Luo Zai spat out another great mouthful of blood, his body swaying.
Luo Zai's legitimate daughter hurried forward to support her father, sobbing, "Father, you...
"What has happened to you?"
There was actually still a smile on Luo Zai's face. Instead, he comforted them both. "Do not grieve.
"Heaven wishes to take my life. Is that something human strength can prevent?
"Besides, is being able to meet the Sage King sooner not something worth rejoicing over?"
Two trails of clear tears streamed down the girl's lovely face as she said sorrowfully, "Being able to meet the Sage King is certainly worth rejoicing over, but my wish to remain beside you and fulfill my filial duties can no longer come true."
Even a battle-hardened man of iron and blood like Luo Zai could hardly say anything more before his tender daughter.
Luo Zai gently stroked her hair and smiled. "Do not indulge in such childish sentiment.
"If you miss your father, look up at the sky. I will be there.
"The dowry prepared for you is with your mother. I carefully chose everything myself. Keep it as a remembrance."
After saying this, Luo Zai turned to Qiao Cheng and said gravely, "Send notices of mourning