The Old Man's Helplessness, He Can Only Cut Off His Flesh!

"How does it feel, quite unexpected?"

The old man asked, taking a sip of tea as he observed Li Yidao's surprised expression upon entering the room.

Li Yidao, still puzzled, nodded subconsciously.

Indeed, it was unexpected.

In his mind, he had anticipated the old man to be in a weakened state, even if awake.

"You seem a bit too relaxed sitting here," Li Yidao finally expressed his bewilderment.

"I wasn't actually very seriously injured. After Little Zhou treated me, I basically recovered. I pretended to be weak this time just to make them take action," the old man explained, offering some clarity to Li Yidao's confusion.

Li Yidao nodded in agreement.

Though he wasn't sure he fully understood.

"In the next few days, if my guess is correct, there might be some unrest. Just a bunch of clowns causing trouble."

"Before we leave, it's a good time to address some issues. We can't let one rotten apple spoil the whole bunch."