"No need to thank us, we should be thanking you."
"Huh?"
Tan Wenbin replied, "What do you mean by that, sir?"
The old doctor spoke with a heavy tone, "When I was young, every time we encountered such strange weather, my grandfather would tell me, there's trouble brewing in the mountains.
I asked my grandfather, shouldn't we hurry and escape then?
My grandfather said, there's nothing to fear, no need to run, capable people will come to settle the matters in the mountains."
The old doctor pointed at Run Sheng's gruesome wound on the back and shook his head, "I don't believe that was caused by slipping and falling."
Some people, though not part of Xuanmen, still know some things about the Jianghu.
In the childhood of many, there are always strange and twisting stories told by their grandparents; who can tell what's true and what's false in them?
Tan Wenbin took out a cigarette pack and pulled out a cigarette for the old doctor.
The old doctor: "I don't smoke."
