Chapter 4573: Don’t Believe It Editor: Misty Cloud Translations “Master!” “Ah Jiu!” “Little Jiu!” Seeing her collapse, several people cried out and reached for her. Leng Shuang and Leng Hua, who were kneeling behind her, caught her falling figure. Guan Xilin stepped forward and lifted her into his arms. “I’ll take her back first. Leng Hua, you stay here…” He glanced at the pile of gray ash, his voice strained. “Gather it up!” “Yes!” Leng Hua replied, watching them leave. He then walked forward and kowtowed three times before the ash, retrieving an urn to collect it. Guan Xilin carried Feng Jiu to her residence on the floating island. Wanyan Qianhua and Leng Shuang helped her change her wet clothes, while Guan Xilin paced anxiously outside. “Do you think Mo Ze is really gone?” Guan Xilin asked Jun Jueshang. Jun Jueshang pursed his lips. “He is the Sovereign Ruler of Heaven and Earth. He shouldn’t die so easily. But a Heavenly Tribulation is unpredictable. And as you know, we sensed the changes in heaven and earth, and the Heavenly Lightning Tribulation he faced was a rare forty-nine strikes.” He paused, looking at Guan Xilin. “That pile of gray ash, though Feng Jiu didn’t say it, is likely Xuanyuan Mo Ze’s.” Guan Xilin clenched his fists. “No! He wouldn’t die like that! He survived the Devil Lord, how could he die from lightning? I don’t believe it! He wouldn’t leave them behind, not like that!” His eyes reddened, his voice choked. “If he’s really gone, what about my sister? What about their children? He wouldn’t be so heartless!” “Then explain the ashes. Where is he? If he were alive, would he leave Feng Jiu so heartbroken?” Jun Jueshang asked, looking at the closed door of the room. He sighed. “They’ve been through so much. I thought after the Devil Lord, they’d finally have peace. But more has happened.” Guan Xilin stared at the stone bench, then at the closed door. “If he’s really gone, how will Little Jiu cope? And the children, if they know…” He felt a wave of grief. He had grown up without a father and knew the pain. He didn’t want his sister’s children to suffer the same. “Feng Jiu’s condition isn’t good. This blow will be hard for her,” Jun Jueshang said. Just then, the room door creaked open. “Qianhua, how is Little Jiu?” Guan Xilin rushed forward. “She has a high fever, talking deliriously, laughing one moment, crying the next. She can’t sleep, so I had no choice but to tap pn her sleep acupoint. She’s asleep now. I’ll make her some medicine later.” Wanyan Qianhua said, joining Jun Jueshang. “I’ll go see her,” Guan Xilin said, entering the room. Wanyan Qianhua watched him go, then asked Jun Jueshang hesitantly, “Do you think Mo Ze is really gone?”