"Ah, grandfather, what's happened to you?"
Full of curiosity, GuaGua began to interrogate from a distance.
In his heyday, Ye Yin was indeed old, but he at least possessed a pair of eyes.
Now, his white hair mixed with gray, he could no longer stand upright, his life's fire flickered precariously, threatening to extinguish at any moment.
What disaster had befallen him to leave him in such a dire state?
"This is not a place to talk; come inside quickly."
Ye Yin, cocking an ear to listen and discerning the direction, gestured with a wave, urging them in with a particularly hoarse voice.
"Baa!"
Lion Head, not recognizing Ye Yin, showed great interest nonetheless.
With a light tap of its hind hooves, it turned a dozen face-roaches creeping on the ground into meat patties.
"Pop!" "Pop!" "Pop!"
As if playing a game of stepping on shadows, Lion Head went from being delighted to tireless.
