The fight for the successor was still ongoing at its peak. For now, there was no clear winner yet since the two brothers were tied to each other. If the master... died while the fight was still ongoing, there would be chaos in the Guan Empire.
His master wanted to avoid that at all cost. This was why master even went as far as hiding his real condition.
"Head butler..." A weak and raspy voice came from the bed.
"Master!" The head butler ran to Old Guan's side.
The respected headmaster changed a lot in the past month. His grey hair now all turned white and began to fall. His thin and emaciated hand reached out. His face was wrinkled and pale.
"How much time do I have left?"
The head butler took a deep breath to compose himself and delivered the grave news. "...Two weeks at most, Master."
Silence.
"I see..." Old Guan looked up at the canopy of his bed. He closed his eyes slowly. "I dreamed of my wife... and my daughter."
