"No, it's fate's choice. There's no need for you to shoulder the blame yourself," the old man said, coughing as he spoke.
Apparently, the girl named Feng had just attempted to strike a fatal blow against Luo'er, but the old man had barely managed to stop her. However, this intervention cost the old man a significant internal injury, causing Luo'er to feel guilty.
After a bout of severe coughing, the old man's complexion noticeably worsened, though his spirit seemed oddly invigorated. Having experienced life-and-death situations before, Luo'er recognized this as a deathbed rally.
"Let's continue our discussion!" The old man, having finally stopped his coughing, said this while sitting up straight.
"May I ask your name?" After a moment of silence, Luo'er asked.
"My name has long been swept away by the wind. Ask another question," replied the old man calmly.
Luo'er fell silent again. After a long while, he finally said, "Then, tell me your story."
