"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?
That’s even an understatement!
Luo Qingtong’s face turned cold as she let go of Old Master Luo’s wrist.
She had just probed his breath to diagnose his pulse, and his strength had already weakened to that of a Sixth Rank Martial General!
This cultivation level continues to decline sharply!
Under Luo Qingtong’s examination, Old Master Luo’s meridians continuously constricted.
Those meridians, which had already been opened and were unobstructed, were now regressing back to the state they had been in before any cultivation pathways had been opened.
A Martial Artist’s power is stored and circulated through these meridians, and reverting them to their original state naturally dissipates all the power derived from their expansion.
Old Master Luo’s strength keeps dropping rapidly! At this rate, it won’t take three days for him to become a mere mortal!
Aside from that servant who was shouting outside just now, who else could be the culprit?
A lifetime of war, a legend of blood and iron.
Now in his old age, he is being mocked and insulted by a figure no better than a trash clown!
Thinking of that person yelling that Old Master Luo would soon be a cripple, the bloody glint in Luo Qingtong’s eyes was indescribably icy.
"What exactly happened? I don’t want to hear the process, I just want the result! Who did this? Also, report everything that has happened recently, in detail!"
"Miss, we haven’t yet..."
The Iron Guard Commander thought Luo Qingtong was asking him and was just about to answer when suddenly a series of thumps sounded from outside, and a group of people appeared at the room’s door, kneeling down on the ground.
"Master..."
The War Slaves left to guard Old Master Luo, who wore a cold sweat on their faces, knelt on the ground without daring to lift their heads.
Among them were also those Martial Marquis Realm War Slave warriors who were captured by the Yin Puppet Old Monster.

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