"Grandfather!"
In the room where Old Master Luo resided, Luo Qingtong stepped in and immediately saw him lying on the bed, his temples graying.
The latter lay pale-faced on the bed, devoid of any hint of color on his face.
That face looked much older than when Luo Qingtong had left, completely devoid of its previous spirited vitality.
Layers of twilight shrouded him.
Especially that white hair at his temples, which seemed to have grown so much more.
"What happened?"
Upon seeing Old Master Luo in such condition, Luo Qingtong immediately rushed to check his pulse.
"Miss."
The Iron Guard, who had followed Luo Qingtong into the room, suddenly knelt down on the ground with a thud.
"It's our dereliction of duty. Three days ago, Marquis suddenly turned like this, his cultivation continually dissipating, and now..."
The Iron Guard Commander said, his face filled with sorrow, "he's left with only the strength of a Great Martial General."
Great Martial General Realm?
