Ten minutes later, Lin Shuguang had a broom in his hands. Beside him, the old man watched with a smile that held a hint of embarrassment. "Young man, there's no need. I can do it myself."
"You have no idea, sir. I'm bursting with strength and nowhere to use it, and the team won't give me a chance." Lin Shuguang smiled harmlessly, steering the conversation toward missions.
Sure enough, the old man's curiosity was piqued. "Has something been bothering you?"
Lin Shuguang sighed and shook his head. "I want to serve my country, but I haven't had a chance to enter the Demon Domain and slaughter my way through it."
The old man fell silent at that, then could not help sighing. "Troubled times."
Lin Shuguang watched him.
He watched for a full three seconds, but the old man never delivered the rest of the line he was waiting for: "I see you have exceptional innate talent and are full of righteousness, so I'll give you a secret mission."
"Sir, do you live here alone?"
Unable to ask outright, Lin Shuguang probed indirectly.
Anyone who could live here was certainly no ordinary person. Lin Shuguang refused to believe this old man had no special identity.
Yet the old man simply did not answer.
Turning his head, he saw the old man gazing up at the distant sky, though he had no idea what he was looking at.
That familiar forty-five-degree angle made Lin Shuguang say instinctively, "You're a man with a story too, sir."
The old man came back to himself and waved a hand. "Nothing worth mentioning." Taking the broom from Lin Shuguang, he said quietly, "Young men like you are rare these days. Go on back, and try to come here as little as possible."
At those words,