Whoosh!
The old man's cane came crashing down on Liu Di, who was still lost in thought, with the force of thunder!
Crack!
A sharp crack of breaking bone rang out!
The old man had twisted his back.
His cane froze mid-swing. Clutching his waist, bent over like a shrimp, he grimaced and bared his teeth. "Kid, hurry and set it back for me, or I'm going to meet my maker!"
Liu Di's mouth twitched.
Fortunately, he had once learned a bone-setting technique from Grandpa Tuo, one Grandpa Tuo had invented himself, called "As Long as the Bone Isn't Dust, I Can Make It Bloom Again."
Crack.
In just three seconds, Liu Di restored the old man's lumbar vertebrae to their proper position.
The old man panted heavily. "Failed to get revenge and nearly got buried instead. That was close."
Then—
The old man looked up at Liu Di. "Can't fight anymore. Let's play chess instead."
With that, the old man sat cross-legged on the ground. With a sweep of both hands, a Chinese chessboard appeared on the ground, complete with all its pieces. An incense burner sat beside it.
Liu Di was stunned.
Mental power?
Mental power that could be materialized even within the River of Time?
Materializing it in reality was already difficult enough. How could it be possible in this illusory River of Time?
But the old man raised his head. "Kid, hurry up. I need to kill you."
Liu Di sat down blankly, cross-legged opposite the old man.
The old man said, "I come from an ordinary, humble little village called Four-Dimensional Village. That girl Gu Fan was the village beauty. She was supposed to marry some young man from our village, but look at you. You look like a beggar. Not badass at all."
Liu