"Who was that?" Dong Changfeng asked, his face flushed.
"Some old thing..."
Sun Wutian said gloomily, "I went out to fight him and got careless. He punched both my eyes."
"Even you...weren't his match?" Dong Changfeng instantly felt relieved.
Even Senior Thirteen Deadly Blades got his eye sockets bruised. What chance did I have?
"I'm naturally stronger than him." Sun Wutian shamelessly boasted, "Otherwise, could I have driven him away and brought you back?"
But Dong Changfeng was not so easy to fool.
"Thank you, Senior Thirteen Deadly Blades," he said gratefully.
Yet he knew perfectly well: He clearly didn't want to kill me. Otherwise, I'd already be dead... And evidently, I wasn't his target. Most likely, some opponent you've offended over the years came knocking, you old bastard...
But he could not say that aloud.
"Who exactly was that person?" Dong Changfeng asked curiously as he sat up.
"Heh..." Sun Wutian cast him a sidelong glance. "What, you want revenge? Settle the score? Get your face back?"
"Of course not, of course not."
Dong Changfeng shook his head repeatedly.
"Then don't ask."
Sun Wutian sighed. "He's like me, another old fellow who doesn't want to show his face. I specifically found him to help out. He'll probably come again over the next few days."
"Got it!"
Dong Changfeng's eyes lit up, and he understood at once.
Lord Dong naturally understood. There were countless heroes roaming the wilds. Who knew how many of those old monsters from back then were still alive after all these years? They simply did not want to appear.
As for dying of old age... Dong Changfeng could only say, Heh. I can live for over ten thousand years without a problem. Can they really die of old age?
*So... I only got hit once, right?