Did I misjudge him?
As Yuan Wenkang was growing curious, the old man looked at Old Cripple with dissatisfaction and said, "Old Cripple, we haven't seen each other in so long, and you bully the Young Master's man right in front of me?"
"Aren't you going a bit too far?"
Upon hearing the old man's words, Old Cripple chuckled.
"Ah, old friend, you can't blame me for this. Who was the one who dared to question me? You know my temper!"
"I was lenient enough not to take out his eye. I just put a hole in his face, that's all. It's no big deal!"
Before the old man could say anything else, Yuan Wenkang interjected, "It seems this senior is quite formidable!"
Hearing the praise, Old Cripple's smile widened.
"Hahaha, you have a good eye, Young Master. Of course, I'm not that formidable, just so-so. But killing a rookie who has just stepped into the Ancient Martial Sects is a piece of cake!"
"I don't even need to handle such a matter personally; I'll have my disciple take care of it!"
