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Every human is destined to die one day.

Some carry the weight of mountains.

Others float light as feathers.

Setting aside good and evil, success or failure, for a figure like Luo Han who once commanded awe, his end came all too "pitifully".

Of course.

His death was not without traces.

Hospital.

Morgue.

Fang Jun lifted the shroud covering the body.

Beneath the shroud lay a face, tranquil and serene; if it weren't for the morgue's chilling grip, one might think he was merely asleep.

"He looks quite at ease. Indeed, death resolves all, truly an escape from burdens."

Fang Jun scrutinized the long-serving hound—or rather, the brutal dog—then replaced the shroud.

"Really a sudden heart attack?"

He inquired.

"That's the hospital's diagnosis."

A voice came from behind.

Fang Jun silently paused a moment, then quietly uttered, "Heaven has indeed been kind to him."

Indeed.