C398 The Debt of Gratitude Is as Heavy as a Mountain

The old dean is dead!

Even with the ganoderma lucidum and Deer Raise Grass, Qin Hao was unable to save the old dean.

He walked very peacefully, a smile hanging on his withered face!

It was as if at this moment, he had finally let go of the burden that he had carried for three hundred years.

Qin Hao understood that death was the best relief for the old dean. He should be happy for the old dean