"You make it sound simple."
"It became simple after I survived."
"You entered a forbidden region guarded by an Ink Beast, a creature even the Chronicle Lord would not name."
"That Ink Beast was not particularly pleasant."
"You lost most of your cultivation."
"I can cultivate again."
"The Chronicle Lord said your internal inkways can no longer recover."
Zhuquan De looked offended. "Why does he continue telling you everything?"
"Because you tell me almost nothing."
"That is how elders remain mysterious."
Yang Lujia sighed.
Despite the old man's attempts to make the conversation less serious, the blackness covering his fingertips remained.
"You do not owe me anything, Grandpa."
Zhuquan De's expression changed. "I did not save you because I owed you anything."
"You were the one who raised me. However, that still does not mean you have to sacrifice everything whenever something happens to me."
Zhuquan De stood.
