Elder Ouyang didn't want to believe it, and he didn't dare to face it.
However, when he looked at Mo Yan's wound, his eyes flickered as if he was looking for another excuse to prove that he was not wrong.
"Seeing is believing," Wang Xiong said in a deep voice. He and old Zhou took off their clothes at the same time, revealing their bodies that were covered in injuries.
"Our injuries back then were no less severe than yours." Old Zhou said in a deep voice.
"All these years, other than the injuries on my body, my left leg has been fractured. It has been inconvenient for me to move around all these years. You might know this as well." Old Zhou said in a deep voice.
He rarely went out for activities, and would occasionally invite Mo Yan and Wang Xiong out for tea. He would not participate in other activities because of the inconvenience of his legs.
"Back then, I relied on my will and Wang Xiong's support to walk out of the battlefield." Old Zhou said.
