"Go on."
Jiang Xinghai lit a cigarette, his expression impassive, but his heart was a maelstrom of emotions.
Arhat, however, sighed, his eyes welling up with tears.
It was impossible to know if they were tears of remorse or tears of fear for his own impending death.
"Perhaps it wasn't my time to die. Not long after I was buried alive, a stray dog actually dug me out of the dirt... Heh heh. Even with my Dantian destroyed, I could still handle a stray dog."
"That very night, I fled to my old home in Yun Province. But I knew that in the eyes of those people, I was already a dead man. If I showed up alive, it would surely bring disaster upon my family. So, I could only secretly transfer my life's savings to my family's name. I didn't even dare to see them once. Since then, I've been here, just barely scraping by."
Arhat hesitated for a moment, then quickened the pace of his brass carving.
One could vaguely make out that he was carving the shape of a phoenix.
