What could he do?
He couldn't hear anything....the ringing hadn't stopped yet, the only way he knew that he was alive was by beating those guys half-dead or killing the others...their warm blood made him feel a little alive.....isn't it laughable?
Well, he couldn't even laugh at his own logic...
Anyway, this day too, he just sat there, inside the ward with his eyes trained outside but no one knew where and what he was looking at..maybe it was nothingness, or maybe something that at least his mother couldn't fathom.
She had a pleading in her eyes, it seems she wanted to say something but Mu Xuan was acting like an immortal cultivator, devoid of worldly desires, aloof and ignorant of the world.
Just then, a man who seemed to be in his late 50s came inside, he had this righteous aura to himself but also a slight slyness of a fox in his onyx black eyes...he was a followed by a smart-looking and gentle middle-aged man.
