"Mulberry Yang that old fellow, finally, into the earth?" Ji Lan's words are full of irrepressible fluctuations.

The white-haired old man across the street worshiped respectfully again and said slowly, "Madam, my lord, he died three months ago!"

Jilan was obviously a little dazed when she heard the news. It should have been the result she had expected. But from Dimmer's mouth, Jilan felt her heart ache suddenly and for no reason.

After a long silence, Lan Qian came forward and took a letter from his arms and handed it to Zhelan. He whispered, "My predecessor, I am the only apprentice of the old master. Before his death, he told...