Master Wu's expression was solemn as he earnestly said, "Old lady, this indicates the old master's spirit is unsettled and reluctant to leave."
Upon hearing this, He Xiumei's face turned pale, but her eyes became even redder. Looking at the old master's body, she sobbed, "Old man, I know you can't bear to leave, and I can't bear to let you go either. You go ahead, and I'll come to find you after a while..."
Hearing He Xiumei's words, the expressions of the others present all bore a hint of somberness.
Master Wu stroked his beard, pressed the corners of his mouth downwards, and said, "Madam, this matter is not so simple. Sending off the old master is not something that can be done with just a few words."
As soon as He Xiumei heard this, she grabbed his arm, "Master Wu, what should we do? Please hurry and save my son! If something happens to my son, how can I go on living?"
