Long Aotian looked at Lu Chengwen. "What did you understand?"
Lu Chengwen said, "His master destroyed everything Medicine Elder once believed in. Medicine Elder saw his master's wife as his mother, and his master drove his mother to death—that was family. A man like Medicine Elder must have had a first love that was unforgettable, and his master killed his junior sister too—that was love."
"Medicine Elder was an orphan who grew up in his sect. That was his 'hometown,' the foundation of his young heart. When Medicine Elder was sixteen, he must have wanted to train hard, become the pride of the sect someday, and repay his master and Master's Wife. So his master destroyed both the warmth of his past and the foundation in his heart, as well as his dreams and hopes for the future."
Lu Chengwen said calmly, "When he was buried alive, Medicine Elder had already lost his family, his lover, his past, his future, and even his dignity, his life, and his last shred of decency. From that moment on, he felt betrayed by the entire world. Everyone who cherished him was dead, and no one could prove that he had ever existed."
"So..."
Lu Chengwen said, "He wanted to create his own set of rules."
"Interesting, interesting! Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!" Fishing Elder laughed and took a swig of wine. "That's exactly it. Old Medicine Jar's actually a pretty decent guy most of the time, aside from being a little arrogant. Making friends, treating brothers, getting things done—he's good at all of it. But there's one thing: his bottom line cannot be touched. Touch it, and he explodes. Once he explodes, he doesn't give anyone face. He'd rather fight to the death than take a single step back. But in this damned martial world,