"Plop."
The cane fell to the ground.
When Yue Lin turned his head again to look at the hunched elderly figure at the door, his expression suddenly froze—it was Elder Master Yun Hong of the Yun Family.
In his earlier years, Elder Master Yun Hong had suffered severe injuries on the battlefield, lost his superpower, and endured the pain of losing his son. Already in his sixties, he appeared ten years older than his peers. His body was no longer strong as before, and he needed a cane to walk when he went out.
Yun Hong stared blankly at Yue Lin, tears actually streaming from those aged, cloudy eyes, "Han'er...my child, is it you?"
Looking at the elderly man's frail and weak demeanor, Yue Lin's heart stirred with complex emotions, an almost uncontrollable sadness and deep guilt.
"I..." Yue Lin was momentarily at a loss for words—explaining that he was not Yun Hong's deceased son might break the old man's heart.
