The words "passing" left Wen Wan momentarily blank-minded; she had just intended to ask about changing fate, but the master was no longer there.
"Is it because the heavenly secret was revealed?" Wen Wan looked at Zhao Xunyin, a tremor of fear for the unknown in her voice.
Zhao Xunyin held her hand and softly comforted, "No, the master reached perfect cultivation, it was his time, it has nothing to do with you and Third Son."
Wen Wan still felt uneasy, "Let's go in and take a look."
At that moment, outside Master Xuyun's Zen Temple, all disciples sat neatly on the ground, chanting scriptures in unison.
Inside the meditation room, Master Xuyun wore a monastic robe, sitting upright, hands on his knees, palms overlapped, thumbs touching, in a meditative posture.
If not for his breathless state, his posture was no different from usual.
