Wu Tong said nothing, only shook his head, his face pale.
"Did the Iron Sword Sect fall out with Huichun Hall? You couldn't even get Doctor Wu to come..."
Ruan Jing pursed his lips, his expression turning rather unpleasant.
He'd confidently promised Chen Zhuo he could get Doctor Wu, but in the end, he hadn't even caught a glimpse of the man. What kind of mess was this?
How was he supposed to bring up his own matter now?
"We didn't fall out..."
Wu Tong shook his head timidly, his eyes constantly drifting toward the space behind him.
"Then why couldn't you even get Doctor Wu to come? What are you looking behind you for? Is your dad, that living King of Hell, coming? You..."
Ruan Jing noticed Wu Tong acting strangely, but didn't pay it any mind. He simply went on scolding him.
"It's not his fault."
Chen Zhuo cut Ruan Jing off and looked behind Wu Tong. His expression turned peculiar, and he murmured to himself,
"Why is he here?"
Seeing that both of them looked the same, Ruan Jing couldn't help turning to look as well. He saw Old Blind Man, wrapped in a black robe, his face aged, walking toward him one slow step at a time.
In an instant, a chill shot straight up the back of his head. His face changed dramatically, and his mouth began to tremble uncontrollably.
"H-Hu-Hu... Great-grandpa?!"
Hmm?
They all knew Old Blind Man?
Chen Zhuo looked at Old Blind Man as he slowly approached, his face full of confusion.
"Could Wu Zicheng's medical skills surpass this old man's?"
Old Blind Man walked unhurriedly up to Ruan Jing, then turned his sightless eyes toward him.
"Y-You... naturally... are... countless times better than Doctor Wu!"
Ruan Jing forced a smile, then