At that moment, within the Lu family mansion.
Many elders of the Lu family had gathered together, filled with anxiety.
"How is it? What's the condition of our ancestor?"
An elder asked.
"Our ancestor can only hold on for three more months. In fact, if it wasn't for us, he might have passed away already, and wouldn't have held on for so long."
"But even so, we've now reached his limit."
"Life is draining away, this is the Heavenly Dao, something beyond human control."
Another senior elder, Lu He, said helplessly.
He wished that the ancestor of his family could live longer, but sadly, this was not what fate had in store.
"What did the Young Sect Master say? When will the reinforcements from the Immortal Mist Sect arrive?"
A white-haired elder asked.
"The Young Sect Master said the main sect's aid is on its way and asked us to hold on a little longer," the elder Lu Ming said with a peculiar expression.
"What a load of rubbish!"