While speaking, he covered his mouth with his wide sleeve, coughing continuously, and there were traces of blood on the sleeve.
"Elder!" Qin Ming asked with concern about his condition.
Yu Gen Sheng shook his head, pretending to be relaxed, and said: "It's nothing, even the grandmasters of the world have started to have problems, so this is quite normal for me."
He spoke indifferently: "I have no children, and my disciples have either died or dispersed long ago. I am a solitary old man, even if I were to immediately become one with the earth, it would not be a big deal. It's just a pity I won't see you ascend to the heavens one day."
Then he took out an ornate box and said: "Some of my possessions, not much accumulated wealth, merely things external to myself. Since you are here, take them away and save me the trouble of making a will."
