"I can't even hear the whole story." Jiang Huailu muttered and looked at the few old men below with dissatisfaction.
Lu Huaijiang was extremely helpless. She could only pull her ear and whisper something into her ear.
Jiang Huailu mumbled and didn't ask further.
Instead, he looked at the three elders of the Prophecy Pavilion and said,"Aiya, old man, are you going to die?"
"You still have half a year, you still have nine months. If you want to live longer, you can live for a year and a half." Jiang Huailu raised his head and saw the three Grand Elders.
The Pavilion Master's expression darkened. He knew that the elders might not be able to hold on for long.
He had thought that the worst would be ten years, but he did not expect that the longest would only be one and a half years.
Now that the Prophecy Pavilion was in a precarious situation, if the Grand Elder passed away, the Prophecy Pavilion would soon become someone else's.
