Old Dragon and Lord Lu were all right. Their cultivation had already reached the Peak Realm, and they had only set off a step behind Ji Yuan. Though the distance had widened, they could still keep up by fleeing at full speed. Mother Jujube, however, could not. By the time she reacted, there was no one left in the courtyard. She could only faintly sense the direction of the three of them, and after a few breaths, even that vanished. It showed just how swiftly they had departed.
But in the next moment, Mother Jujube realized something. Leaving Ju'an Pavilion, she shrank the earth beneath her feet and arrived outside the Sun Residence at once. Her eyes widened as she looked inside. Sun Yiqiu's aura of life had already disappeared.
She transformed into a soft breeze and blew into Sun Yiqiu's room. While the rest of the Sun family still slept, she stood before Sun Yiqiu's bed, staring blankly at the young man lying rigidly straight upon it.
"How could this be?"
Sun Yiqiu had always been free of illness and calamity. He was young and healthy—how could he have died so strangely and suddenly?
Then Mother Jujube gradually made out something. This was no ordinary death. His fortune had been completely stripped away, or rather—
Mother Jujube raised her head and surveyed the Sun family estate. The qi of the Sun residence had grown both weak and chaotic. It would be more accurate to say that the fortune of the Sun family had been stripped away. Sun Yiqiu was the sole heir of the Sun line, so he had directly answered this calamity with his death.
Mother Jujube recalled what Mister Ji had said before leaving just now and murmured the words again.
"It had calculated against everyone. It