"Her hand slowly slipped into my collar, her fingers gently tracing my skin... all the way to my heart," the old man began, his audience rapt. "My face flushed, and I just knew I was going to have a good time later. But just as I had taken off my shirt, my vision turned black, and my body froze."
The old man clenched his teeth, growling like an angry lion, "When I came to, I felt a gaping void in my body. That's when I realized that my ribs had been stolen. And the culprit was that woman..."
"And then?" a curious voice piped up from the crowd.
The old man's wrath subsided, replaced by a tranquil expression. "I chose to forgive her."
A wave of confusion rippled through the room.
"And then?" one person asked, face burning with curiosity. "How did you manage to cultivate the king's force with five full patterns after having your ribs stolen?"
