Ye Xiao listened to the old man's baffling words with great curiosity. Even though he was very smart, he couldn't understand a thing the old man was saying!
It seemed as if the old man was waiting for something—or perhaps waiting for him? But he didn't seem to recognize this old man.
"I once had a favorite disciple, he was my pride!" the old man continued to mutter, as if he were chatting with Ye Xiao about family matters.
"But on a sunny day, that very disciple crippled me completely!" There was a hint of agony in the old man's voice.
Ah?
It was only after hearing the old man's words that Ye Xiao realized this old man had also been through much suffering.
"Elder, you've been injured?" Ye Xiao asked in surprise.
The old man chuckled and said, "Injured? My whole body is injured, but at the same time it's also free of injury. Being injured or not, to me, it's really not a big deal."