"Give it to me."
Seeing Ning Yi take a step back, Old Wu tore off his disguise, revealing a hint of hatred and greed in his eyes.
"Give it to me!"
He shouted, his incomplete body swaying as he walked toward Ning Yi.
"This was originally mine. I have nothing now. They burned down the repair shop!"
"Didn't you tell them what I told you to say!?"
"Why didn't you say it!!"
Old Wu pressed his right hand on Ning Yi's shoulder, shouting irrationally at the young man.
"It's all because of you that it turned out like this. It's all because of you!"
"I did tell them..."
Ning Yi broke free from Old Wu's hand, took a few more steps back, and held the medicine pouch protectively in his arms.
"I took care of you for so long, taught you skills, taught you how to live here. You're not grateful to me and want to take my things away just like them..."
Old Wu seemed to cry. Ning Yi had never seen him so collapsed before.
