At first, Ji Huan thought the old Daoist was trying to pull some new trick, but after hearing what he had to say, she started to believe him.
When she had first examined Guan Shan's wounds, she'd noticed that the severed tendons had already been crudely treated. If they hadn't been, his condition would have been far worse when she found him, and it would have been impossible for him to recover as well as he had.
"Was it him?" Ji Huan asked softly, tugging on Guan Shan's sleeve.
Guan Shan frowned.
He had tried to recall the time before he arrived in Dafeng Village, but his memories of that period were a chaotic, hazy blur. He couldn't remember anything clearly.
The old Daoist clutched his chest, feigning utter heartbreak.
