Blind Chen walked to Ye Futian. He was leaning on a cane. Although he was blind, he seemed to be able to see him somehow. When he was facing Ye Futian, Blind Chen put his hands together to greet him and said, "The blind man welcomes you, my young friend."
Ye Futian hurriedly returned the courtesy and responded, "You are too kind, sir."
He didn't ask him why he was getting special treatment, as everyone's eyes were on them at this moment. It was neither the time nor place to ask any questions.
At this time, all the cultivators around them were looking at them. Or rather, they were concentrating on Ye Futian.
In the crowd, some of the older folks had lived for many years. Blind Chen had appeared the same for many years now. Moreover, Blind Chen was cold to everyone; nobody had ever seen him give anyone this kind of treatment, welcoming someone personally.
