"I don't know!"
The emaciated old man looked at Old Master Liu with a bitter expression and murmured, repeating Old Master Liu's words. A hint of self-mockery appeared at the corners of his mouth.
Yes, he didn't know. How could he possibly know?
In this world, who would know?
"Do you know what his surname is?"
Old Master Liu seemed to recall something, a trace of anxiety appearing in his eyes as he looked toward the emaciated old man. "Sixty years ago, did he say it? Does anyone know?"
"I don't know, he didn't say."
The emaciated old man paused for a moment, then seemed to seriously reflect on something. After a while, he shook his head. "No one should know."
"Do you think, could his surname be Xiao?"
Old Master Liu looked dejectedly at the emaciated old man.
"I don't know."
