The man parted his lips.
But no sound came out.
Old Master Jiang smiled knowingly. "You don't want to talk about it?"
"I'm not—"
"Master saved my life."
The man spoke softly.
Old Master Jiang froze.
Then he understood.
So that was it.
He'd suspected that his junior fellow had helped the boy somehow.
But he hadn't expected it to be a life debt.
No wonder the boy seemed so set on his junior fellow, determined to make him his master.
"I see."
The old man nodded. "My junior fellow saved you..."
"Mm."
The man nodded emphatically.
Even after all these years, he still remembered the circumstances vividly, as if they'd happened only yesterday.
"I never thought I'd see Master again after all this time..."
Even though many days had passed since he'd seen his master, the man still grew emotional as he spoke.
"I once thought about looking for him."
"But the world is so vast. Aside from what Master looked like, I knew nothing about him."
"I thought I'd never see Master again."
As it turned out, perhaps his bad luck had changed the moment his master saved him.
He'd seen his master again.
And what had delighted him even more was that his master was like him.
They could both see demons.
His master was powerful.
Even more powerful than he remembered.
"...Because of what happened when I was a child, it's hard for me to trust people."
The man's excitement faded somewhat.
"But Master is different."
"Master saved me."
Back then, his master had been nothing short of a hero to him.
And he'd always remained the hero in his memories.
"I trust Master."
"And Master is powerful."
"All I want is for Master to take me as his disciple."
The man reaffirmed his resolve.