Zhang Duxiao passed away.
Most deaths aren't dramatic, one might simply have a meal, sit for a while, and then die; others might suffer from a serious illness, dying amidst endless pain and wailing.
Zhang Duxiao visited a relative, reminisced about the old times, and on his way back, he foresaw his death.
Before his death, there were no inspiring famous words, all was said, only no regrets, this is a good death.
Some might find it abrupt, but who is ever fully prepared for their death?
Mount Yuelu.
Upon hearing the news of Zhang Duxiao's death, Xu Xuan lost his composure for a moment, and his tea in the cup grew cold.
"Did Zhang Duxiao leave any last words?" Xu Xuan looked at Li Changsheng.
"The old Heavenly Master said, 'I am off.'"
"Haha, quite at ease. The old Heavenly Master didn't like ostentation in life, so let him be buried on Mount Yuelu."
"Yes!"
