"Senior, I have suffered so much."
The corners of the old man's mouth twitched. What did this kid's suffering have to do with him?
"Senior, you don't know what my days have been like these years; I almost never got to see you again."
The old man was silent for a moment.
"Senior, as a disciple of the Mountain Sect, you don't know—but I was hunted by many. Reflecting on this journey, it's been an interweaving of blood and tears. Fortunately, the sun always comes out after the rain. Seeing you today, all the hardships I endured are finally worth it."
"Enough!"
The old man couldn't remain silent anymore. He felt that if he continued to keep quiet, this kid might even claim to be one of his own descendants.
What nonsense was this?
"I am not from the Mountain Sect," the old man said indifferently.
Chu Ning was startled, then said, "It doesn't matter if Senior isn't from the Mountain Sect. When I see Senior, I feel a sense of kinship; perhaps you knew my Sect elders."
