"Yingying, don't make wild guesses. I fell by myself."
"Grandpa, if you're going to lie, at least make it believable. A Path-Entering Martial Artist fell and crippled both legs?"
Chen Yingke was at a loss for how to vent her anger at her injured grandfather.
She could only keep it all bottled up inside.
She worried and hoped her grandfather would tell her.
In the future, once her cultivation was strong enough, she would definitely seek justice for her grandfather.
"Haha, I told you you wouldn't believe me, so I won't say more."
Chen Tian'en said with a chuckle.
"Grandpa! Can't you just let me know? I really can't stand seeing this!"
Chen Tian'en gave a kind smile, his heart filled with bitterness: "Yingying, it's not that I won't tell you, but that person itself and their background are not entities we can provoke."
"It's getting late, rest early."
Another night without answers, Chen Yingke felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Like a big rock was lodged in her heart.
