The right eye of the young Disciple from the Dao Palace had long recovered. To everyone in the Dao Palace, he embodied the perfect image of a brave winner of the exchange conference.
However, those under the tutelage of the Immortal Wind knew that this Disciple had faced a severe setback. For half a month since returning to the Dao Palace, Xie Yun would spend time every day in the hall of Immortal Wind, clenching his teeth and furiously kicking pebbles.
"Master, is Xie Tian the one who injured junior brother's right eye?"
After observing for a long time, the senior Disciple Guo Xiong finally pinpointed the culprit among Xie Yun's rants, a realization that somewhat shocked him.
After all, being overtaken by the grinding stone was unfathomable to anyone.
Immortal Wind nodded but did not speak. Xie Tian had just arrived in Central State, and the mad old man had visited to inform him of this matter.
