Myth Inn, Qingshan Courtyard.
Not long after Lin Wudao sat down and was about to focus on cultivation, he saw Yin Siming rush to him.
"City Lord, Li Xuandao is dead."
What was that? Li Xuandao was dead?
Lin Wudao was shocked when he heard the sudden news.
"When did this happen?"
"Just now! Not long after we left, the Li family spread the news of Li Xuandao's death. They've already sent people to invite the Netherworld Coffin Shop to hold the funeral," Yin Siming bowed and replied.
"How did he die?"
"This... It is unclear. According to the news from the Li family, Li Xuandao died of natural causes due to excessive grief. He did not suffer any pain during the entire process. He passed away very peacefully."
Hmm? He died peacefully?
Hearing this, Lin Wudao's expression became even stranger.
