Zheng Wenzhang's words left Feng Lin completely baffled. "What do you mean? What do you mean 'hasn't made a move in ten years'?"
"Ten years ago, something happened to Dugu Poxiao. He, who always loved to fight and was so active, ended up wrapped in bandages and confined to a wheelchair."
Zheng Wenzhang said with a smile.
"Really?"
Feng Lin's expression showed some surprise; he had heard that Dugu Poxiao was only fifty years old.
In the prime of life.
About the same age as his own father.
His father was still often out pedaling his bike everywhere, but Dugu Poxiao was in a wheelchair, just like Grandpa Lin.
"Nobody knows what happened, but there was a speculation that he got taught a lesson and suffered serious injuries,"
Zheng Wenzhang said, closing his eyes to explain.
Feng Lin nodded; he had the same thought. Since he was wrapped in bandages and using a wheelchair, there must be something wrong with his body.
