The figure carving behind a pile of stones trembled slightly at Zhong Yi's words but still didn't look up.
"Since you know I'm a Four-finger Creator, you must also know why I'm living like this in this little shop."
At this, the figure sighed.
He staggered to his feet from behind a workbench piled high with stone, steadying himself with a thick, calloused hand against the wall as he emerged.
He was a middle-aged man with sharp, defined features. Though a beard covered nearly half his face, it was still easy to see that he had once been quite handsome.
But aside from his face, the man's body could only be described as shattered.
His left leg was gone from the knee down, his right leg was severed at the hip, and his right arm was missing from the shoulder. Only his left hand remained whole.
Rather than fitting his ruined body with prosthetics, the man had simply used cloth strips to tightly lash a wooden staff to his stumps.
