"Right, Master Uncle, are you saying that you turned into what you are now because of the injury inflicted by the Drought Demon? Then why wasn't your fellow disciple affected?" Actually, thinking about it, it seemed that my master often limped, but sometimes he seemed perfectly fine. I had originally thought that my master feigned his injury to deceive others, but it turns out his leg was truly injured.
"You silly child, the fellow disciple I mentioned is your master, for heaven's sake. If he heard you now, he'd surely be heartbroken, you know. Your master can be quite sensitive. Hehe." It seemed that ever since she considered me a disciple of my master, her smile had never ceased.
The way she talked also carried a hint of an elder's care for their junior. I hesitated again about whether to reveal the truth, but I was afraid it would sadden her, so I decided to just go along with the mistake.
