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Old Man Rong lowered his head, and after a moment of silence, said, "I used to be."
Xiao Ruo frowned, "What do you mean by that?"
A painful expression flashed across Old Man Rong's face, "I was too naive in my youth, believing that good deeds would be rewarded. So, after my master passed away, I inherited his mantle and practiced medicine to save lives. Who would have thought it would lead to the destruction of my family? I swore in front of my family's graves that I would never practice medicine again!"
"Grandfather, grandmother and father and mother's deaths weren't your fault!" Old Man Rong's grandson cried out hoarsely.
To test the grandfather and grandson, Xiao Ruo switched freely between the Feng Zhao Language and the Xilin Language. Seeing Old Man Rong conversing with ease, Xiao Ruo's doubts lessened somewhat, but he did not completely let down his guard, reminding him, "Uncle Rong, you still haven't told me who poisoned your grandson?"
