Arrogant and Overbearing

The village chief's house.

Old Jack lay in a pool of blood. His abdomen had been pierced by a sharp weapon, leaving a hole as deep as an index finger.

One hand clutched the wound tightly, hoping to stop the bleeding, but blood still seeped through his fingers. As his injuries worsened, Old Jack's face grew increasingly pale.

Though he was already barely clinging to life, Old Jack worried about his grandson Yang Ming's safety. He stubbornly held on, refusing to breathe his last.

Human potential was unimaginable. There had once been a newspaper report about an old woman in her sixties who saw her grandson trapped beneath a car wheel. With her aged body, she had lifted the sedan with one hand and pulled her grandson out from beneath the wheel with the other.

At this moment, Old Jack was in precisely that state.

At death's door, Old Jack narrowed his eyes. His vision had long since blurred, yet he vaguely heard a familiar voice by his ear:

"Grandpa, you mustn't let anything happen to you!"

This... this was Yang Ming's voice!

Old Jack struggled to raise his eyelids. Due to excessive blood loss, Yang Ming's image was reflected on his retinas in overlapping shadows, making him feel terribly uncomfortable.

Seeing that his grandfather had regained consciousness, Yang Ming was overjoyed and instructed Tang San and Xiao Wu:

"Go to my bedroom and see whether the zither I just bought was burned by the fire. If it can still be used, bring it to me immediately!"

Tang San and Xiao Wu both knew that Yang Ming could heal injuries by playing music. Seeing Old Jack hanging by a thread, they did not dare delay and immediately rushed into the bedroom, which had been scorched black.

Old Jack's clouded eyes