"Ouch!"
Bang!
As Ye Xuan passed by the grandfather and granddaughter, a cry of pain came from the little girl. Her small body staggered from the impact with Ye Xuan and then she fell to the ground.
"Zhuo Ma!"
The old man felt a pang in his heart, he hurried over to help the little girl up, then dusted her off before finally looking up at Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan's hair was disheveled, covering his face, but his eyes were lost and vacant, and he was still murmuring the eight characters that pertained to entering the realm of Quasi-Saint; he had not even realized he had knocked down the little girl.
Stumbling forward, Ye Xuan had now reached the edge of the creek, and to the old man's astonishment, Ye Xuan started walking into the water as if unaware that the creek could claim his life.
