"Grandpa, do I still have a chance to turn things around?" The continuous blows and torments had caused Lian Xuan to grow white hair and wrinkles early, and his skin had become dull. He looked more like a forty-year-old than someone just over twenty.
"As long as you're alive, there's always a chance to stand up again. Have you forgotten everything I taught you? This bit of adversity has made you look like neither a person nor a ghost. You've truly disappointed me. Hurry back to your room, wash up, pack your things, and move out." With that, the old master Lian turned away, leaning on his cane, and started packing his things without caring whether Lian Xuan was listening.
