Chang Kun took out an old portrait: "This is what he looked like the first time I saw him. I was afraid I would forget, so I painted it early on."
Gu Jiao saw a tall man wearing military boots, draped in a cloak, with a cold expression.
"Godfather..."
So the person Master Rong had seen was indeed the Godfather. His appearance hadn't changed, not because he had taken some elixir of immortality, but because he had crossed over here again and again.
Gu Jiao clutched the portrait tightly. "Where has he gone?"
Chang Kun said sadly, "He died."
Gu Jiao's eyes shuddered. "What did you say?"
Chang Kun sighed, "Every time he came here, he planted a batch of purple herbs, but for some reason, they just wouldn't grow initially. Later, he passed away, and on his deathbed, he asked me to bury him under the purple herbs. Isn't it strange? The following year, large swathes of purple herbs grew where he was buried."
Gu Jiao stared blankly at the portrait, and suddenly tears fell down.
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