"What's this?" Bai Ruozhu was startled. Had some important figure passed away?
Finally, the Funeral Bell stopped, and Jiang Yichun's face was grave as he said, "In Danliang Country, the Funeral Bell tolling nine times represents the Emperor, six times for a Prince or a high official..."
"It was six tolls just now." Bai Ruozhu said anxiously, an image already forming in her mind as she began to guess the outcome.
At that moment, Jianqi hurried over and bowed to the two of them, saying, "Master, Young Master, the Palace has sounded the Funeral Bell. The National Master has passed."
Bai Ruozhu felt a pang in her heart. She closed her tired eyes. She had only met the National Master once and had never even spoken to him. He had suddenly said she was a 'purple Qi rising,' the person to solve the prophecy, then he had left these ambiguous words behind.
