But—
Old Madam Murong would never answer or respond again.
She had been corrupted to such an extent that it was obvious that she was gone.
She was dead!
This thought clearly echoed in the minds of everyone present.
This was the truth, and it was like sharp blades stabbing into their chests. The blades pulled and twisted repeatedly.
After the initial fear, Murong Hao and the others were all stunned. Their expressions were complicated and filled with confusion. They didn't know what to do.
Murong Hao muttered, "That shouldn't be the case. The Spiritual Master clearly said that Mother won't die."
"Yes, the auspicious hour isn't over yet," Second Master Murong added, looking at the pot beside him.
There was still an hour before the auspicious hour!
