At the guest room door, I heard a voice from inside, a man about forty years old, saying, "It's all my fault for being blind and offending Celestial Master Wuyue, mistakenly taking you for a con artist. If I had believed you earlier, my son wouldn't have ended up permanently disabled."
"Whether you believe me or not is of no consequence. Life or death has nothing to do with me," the man's nonchalant voice sounded, accompanied by a clear chuckle.
I was utterly surprised at the door; wasn't that man supposed to be taking a nap?
He wakes up easily and hates being disturbed during his sleep the most.
It's unprecedented that he allowed the Wonton stall owner to come see him at this hour.
The Wonton stall owner was speechless, silent for a while, then awkwardly asked, "Then what do you care about?"
