The candle flame burned without pause, lending a little brightness to the spacious room. Suddenly, a sinister gust came from nowhere, making the flame sway violently as though it were about to be ruthlessly snuffed out.
Fortunately, the flame possessed a trace of resilience. Though struck by misfortune, after several bouts of wavering, it eventually steadied itself once more.
Watching the flame's series of changes, Yao Chen seemed to empathize with it. His weak soul flickered along with it.
When he saw the flame finally stand firm, a flash of divine light passed through Yao Chen's eyes. He discreetly glanced at the unconscious youth on the bed, as though he had made some sort of decision.
After calming himself slightly, he slowly began recounting a tragic tale.
"...And as you can see, this old man was left in this state."
Yao Chen gave a self-mocking smile, bitterness lingering at the corner of his mouth. Back then, he had abandoned far too much for that beast Han Feng. He did not know how many old friends were still alive today.
"Boy Lin Feng, tell this old man in detail—how is that beast doing now?"
"Elder Yao, Han Feng just so happens to be in the Black Corner Region as well. It seems he is even revered as the Medicine Emperor..."
"Hahaha... That beast truly came to no good end. Though I must admit, this old man greatly acknowledged his talent. Otherwise, I would not have treated him as my own son and devoted myself to nurturing him."
After listening to Lin Feng's account, Yao Chen threw back his head and laughed. Yet there did not seem to be the slightest joy in that laughter.
"Feng Xian must have been the one who acted. Back then, he once mentioned that Han Feng's