In the room, Old Master Lu lay quietly on the bed. There were no medical equipment beside the bed, not because the Lu Family didn't want to place them, but because Old Master Lu had refused before he lost consciousness. He clearly knew that the reason for his condition was not physical, but due to an indelible streak of Sword Qi within him. Without removing this Sword Qi, even the world's top doctors would be of no help.
At this moment, Old Master Lu lay on the hospital bed, gazing at the ceiling. His once youthful white-haired appearance had completely changed, becoming devoid of any vitality. His previously commanding face was now pallid, marked with spots of old age, and his eyes bore no spirit, only the aura of twilight.
Now, Old Master Lu no longer possessed the domineering air of a man who once brandished a blade into Beijing. He was just a frail old man on the brink of death.
"Grandfather, I'm sorry, your grandson is late."
