But he knew that Jin Zijin had arrived.
Tears streaked the old man's face, and his lips trembled as he said, "Zijin, although I don't know why you came here or how you figured out Youyou's illness, I know you're no ordinary person. You told me not to ask, and I haven't. As long as Youyou is well, I'll listen to anything you say. But this time Youyou has been taken by that wild man, and I hope you can tell me the truth. Is that wild man you spoke of related to you?"
Jin Zijin's resolute face always bore an inch of stubble, his skin color no different from the local farmers, making him appear like any ordinary hunter.
Yet it was those eyes, the deep color within them, that contrasted starkly with his simple and unpretentious appearance. It was as if his eyes held an expansive sea of stars, concealing secrets unknown to anyone else.
