Inside the hall, Zhou Fuqiu stood calmly, his red coral-white robe immaculate.
He spoke, "Ancestor need not grieve, some people are just blindfolded. Since our Zhou Family could resiliently survive the Demon Beast tides of the North Sea and the great catastrophe of Zhongzhou, what do these storms amount to?"
Above, Zhou Yunshen shook his head and said, "Yet it is a fact that this old man's lifespan is limited, at most ten more years."
Zhou Fuqiu, usually unflappable even when he killed Zhou Haiye, was utterly shocked at this moment.
"Ten years?"
Zhou Yunshen replied, "Yes, at most ten years. If a friend had not extended my life in the past, I probably wouldn't even have these ten years."
Zhou Fuqiu opened his mouth, unsure what to say.
Zhou Yunshen, however, was very calm and smiled, "When I am gone, the Zhou Family will no longer have a Nascent Soul True Master to guard it. Fuqiu, what do you think should be done then?"
