However, I am well aware that my ancestor is not mad. When I was young, he wanted to lead me to Daoism, and he also tempered my body. It's a pity that in the end, I had no destiny with Daoism and was more drawn to the battlefield.
You just wait here; I will go check. I think it might be the scent of blood from the Elegant Garden that disturbed my ancestor's meditation."
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"Who dares to be so audacious in my Tian Family's domain! Tian Bokai, where are you? Where are you!"
An elderly man with entirely white hair and beard stood atop the Taoist temple, shouting loudly. If one were to look closely, they would see his eyes were already completely murky. If Zheng Fan were here, he would definitely think this old man had severe cataracts, the incurable kind.
Of course, Zheng Fan would never discriminate against the blind. After all, there was a particularly disagreeable blind person in his own household.
"Someone! Someone!"
