He immediately used his Spiritual Sense to carefully inspect the old man's body, then grabbed the old man's wrist. True Essence entered his Meridians and swept through them quickly. Only then did he discover that the old man's Dantian had been destroyed and shriveled into an extreme state. It was basically useless.
"Your Dantian was destroyed?"
"That's right!"
"You're Chinese?"
"Yes! I used to be Chinese." The old man looked at Chen Mo. How could this Cambodian-looking youngster also be a Martial Artist? And judging by his agile movements when he had Made a Move against him, his strength was definitely not low. When had Cambodia produced such a talent? Weren't Cambodia's superhumans all a bunch of Monks?
Seeing the old man's expression, Chen Mo naturally understood what he was thinking, but he had already decided not to say anything. Though he currently had the appearance of a Cambodian, his heart was still Chinese! Heh heh! He indulged in a bit of sentimentality.
"Enough, stop talking nonsense! Old man, tell me why you're here and why you were monitoring the house next door." Chen Mo directly interrupted the old man's obviously wandering thoughts and asked.
As the old man spoke, Chen Mo gradually came to understand the full story.
Bai Xiaotian had been a Martial Artist back in China. He had done quite well, succeeding in his cultivation, living happily, and possessing a bright future.
Yet such a man, who had been doing well in every regard, had his Dantian crippled because he offended an aristocratic family!
After his Dantian was destroyed, he had nothing left. He could not return to his family, which had already expelled him. His good days had come to an end, and his wife and children had all cut ties with him and stopped contacting