Goodness, he's not dead. Lu Ran thought the old Daoist had passed away.
Cen Yunuo, standing beside, said nothing.
She just looked at the old Daoist with a serious expression.
She asked, "Master, what about the senior brothers and sisters?"
Upon hearing this,
The old Daoist's previously relaxed expression turned serious again.
He shook his head and said, "Sending you away back then went against the way of heaven. I've already been fortunate to survive. The senior brothers and sisters couldn't hold on. The fate of the Daluo Palace has dissipated, beyond hope of recovery. Now, this Daluo Palace only has me, this withered old man, left."
After speaking, the old Daoist sighed deeply.
Lu Ran was a bit taken aback listening from the side.
He looked at the old Daoist in surprise and then at the surroundings.
So, such a big Taoist temple, and there's no one else?
No, there's only this old Daoist left?
However, from their conversation just now, Lu Ran could glean a rough idea.
