Ye Chuqi stared at the old man in obvious shock. He studied her with equal interest. As grandfather and granddaughter met each other's eyes, both seemed to find something unexpected there.
No one knew how the old man had been injured, because he had never said. All he had been able to do over the years was remain in seclusion, suppressing his injuries to buy himself a little more time. Now, seeing Ye Chuqi return safe and sound, relief flickered in his eyes, and the Power of Rules around him grew even more unruly.
Ye Chuqi: "..." Why did she have the strange feeling that his injuries had a great deal to do with her?
The thought came to her, so she asked, "Grandpa, your injuries..."
Ye Wei raised a hand, stopping her. "It's nothing serious."
Ye Chuqi arched a brow. If he would not let her ask, she wanted to know even more. She rolled up her sleeves and strode straight up to him. Ignoring his surprise, she took his wrist.
The moment she touched him, Ye Chuqi felt the chaotic Power of Rules tugging at her fingers.
Ye Wei had been about to pull away, but when he saw that Ye Chuqi could touch him unharmed, he stopped. His gaze swept over her face, and he smiled kindly. "It really is nothing serious." It was less that his injuries were harmless than that he had long since grown used to them.
For years, he had neither touched anyone nor even let them come close, afraid that the strange power around him would affect them. People had already been badly hurt simply by approaching him. After all, these were injuries that only a Martial Combat Venerable could suppress; anyone with a slightly lower cultivation had no hope of resisting