In the room, the light was somewhat dim. The old man took out a dagger and trimmed the lamp wick, making it much brighter.
Chen Ming stood opposite him, observing the furnishings in the room.
It was just the two of them in the room, no one else. Madam Wen had run off while the two were exchanging blows. He didn't bother to chase after her.
The old man's mouth still had a trace of blood. He had taken a sword hit from him just now and suffered a bit of internal injury.
Actually, Chen Ming did not use full strength in that sword strike just now.
And from the system prompt that appeared after the older man conceded, it showed he was level 49. He shouldn't have been so weak, which proved he wasn't lying when he said he'd been crippled.
The old man smiled apologetically, "Sir, please wait. I'll fetch something."
Then, he jumped up onto the beam and took down a wooden box.
